I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?

11/28/2011 4:07:21 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
stfu35646568578 Baraboo, WI 24, joined Nov. 2011	Poem: "the lesson of the moth," by Don Marquis from The Best of Don Marquis (Doubleday). the lesson of the moth i was talking to a moth the other evening he was trying to break into an electric light bulb and fry himself on the wires why do you fellows pull this stunt i asked him because it is the conventional thing for moths or why if that had been an uncovered candle instead of an electric light bulb you would now be a small unsightly cinder have you no sense plenty of it he answered but at times we get tired of using it we get bored with the routine and crave beauty and excitement fire is beautiful and we know that if we get too close it will kill us but what does that matter it is better to be happy for a moment and be burned up with beauty than to live a long time and be bored all the while so we wad all our life up into one little roll and then we shoot the roll that is what life is for it is better to be a part of beauty for one instant and then cease to exist than to exist forever and never be a part of beauty our attitude toward life is come easy go easy we are like human beings used to be before they became too civilized to enjoy themselves and before i could argue him out of his philosophy he went and immolated himself on a patent cigar lighter i do not agree with him myself i would rather have half the happiness and twice the longevity but at the same time i wish there was something i wanted as badly as he wanted to fry himself One of my favorites kinda sad tho.... What are ours? Meet singles at DateHookup.dating, we're 100% free! Join now!
12/11/2011 5:13:42 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
chris1010101ii Šid Yugoslavia 98, joined Jun. 2011	no pic = no sex, no fake chow for you
1/6/2012 12:22:53 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
barrydalmi Belleville, IL 54, joined Dec. 2007	IF by Rudyard Kipling
1/10/2012 12:33:00 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
robertb2011 Council Bluffs, IA 29, joined Nov. 2011	Beware O' Bonie Ann By robert Burns written in 1789 Ye gallants bright, I rede you right, Beware o' bonie Ann; Her comely face sae fu' o' grace, Your heart she will trepan: Her een sae bright, like stars by night, Her skin sae like the swan; Sae jimply lac'd her genty waist, That sweetly ye might span. Youth, Grace, and Love attendant move, And pleasure leads the van: In a' their charms, and conquering arms, They wait on bonie Ann. The captive bands may chain the hands, But love enslaves the man: Ye gallants braw, I rede you a', Beware o' bonie Ann!
2/17/2012 11:41:14 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
thepoetdaniel Berlin, NJ 37, joined Feb. 2012	Right now I'm really feeling "The Ghost's Leavetaking" by Sylvia Plath. You can listen to it on you tube. Just enter the title. Awesome poem!!!!!!!
3/19/2012 11:58:50 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
jhc83 San Luis Potosí Mexico 34, joined Jan. 2012	Quote from barrydalmi: IF by Rudyard Kipling Great poem. Also my favorite. Anything by Carl Sandburg. Allan Ginsberg.
3/27/2012 7:16:46 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
jhc83 San Luis Potosí Mexico 34, joined Jan. 2012	Anything by Leonard Cohen is beautiful.
3/28/2012 8:59:39 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
michaelty62 Manchester Township, NJ 55, joined Apr. 2010	I dont read alot of poetry but one I have read is Annabel Lee by Poe
4/10/2012 2:30:57 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
shelby_dawn Fort Collins, CO 26, joined Oct. 2011	My favorites will always be by the classic poets. And I cant pick just one. But heres my top 2. Lol Annabel Lee- Edgar Allen Poe How Do I Love Thee?- Elizabeth Barret Browning
4/12/2012 9:11:31 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
heartspur Cornish, NH 32, joined Mar. 2012	The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe
4/23/2012 10:34:07 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
tcretiredhippie Durand, WI 59, joined Apr. 2012	Lao tzu
4/26/2012 8:58:39 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
rockme62 Frankfort, KY 55, joined Aug. 2011	ENDLESS Deceptive sunlight arises On chilled air blows, creeping in Sweeping winds blow discreetly My eyes awaken, morning again Not stirred by daybreak I struggle to rise No desire to seek this More hours of sighs The horizon I'm staring True visions I seek A heart's need of passion Beyond grasp of the meek Long minutes so endless The passing of time so slow Eternity forever waiting A stirring within my soul Yet out there is waiting As time does elapse Another one still reaching Yet too far, beyond grasp Despair of this waiting Hope glistening still Never end to the searching For true passion is real The light in the candle A flame romantic , so bright Forever breaks the darkness As day goes to night So peer out , keep seeking Life's companion for you Out in this world unforgiving They too, search for you A quest that once ends Harmony within, serenity, bliss Soulmates closely entwined Fates sealed with one burning kiss
4/27/2012 9:31:05 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
rockme62 Frankfort, KY 55, joined Aug. 2011	Enjoy The Journey A far away sunset A cloudless moon A night of crickets A dawn too soon These things all pass In a life of days We watch each in awe Through a mindless haze To slow the time Reduce this pace Enjoy more passings Of time and place I wish this to my friends To slow what we do More time to enjoy Precious things like you by self
4/28/2012 6:57:47 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
blooh Fresno, CA 32, joined Mar. 2011	I don't really read other poetry, but I have written some.. READ IT AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK <33
4/28/2012 7:39:35 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
blooh Fresno, CA 32, joined Mar. 2011	What Makes Me Ignorant? What makes me ignorant, Is it my skin, my speech, my tongue? Why does it matter were I was born And whom I was raised with Why do you seek to find relevance to my being, Can’t it be enough that I am just like you? Can’t an other person be just like you, And not be you? Or do you fear that I am better then you! I am not White, Black or Asian, but if I was Then that too would have been your excuse Then why does it have to be this way? That when I walk the streets besides you You turn or take the an other way That when you see me speak it can’t be true Or write and you criticize that too Can’t you see that we are all the same But also so different. . . That the shirt you ware is not for all to ware Or the tone you speak understood by all! Then just be patient and watch carefully Because even from me you will see A light of its own magnificence
4/29/2012 3:03:54 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
xfallenangel84 New Rochelle, NY 32, joined Jan. 2012	annabel lee by edgar allan poe
5/19/2012 10:03:19 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
cobalt10 Anderson, CA 50, joined May. 2012	My Last Duchess by Robert Browning because it was shocking or Cherrylog Road by James D*ckey because it brings back memories of young blood.
5/24/2012 4:17:42 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
hemmingway2133 Bloomington, IN 36, joined May. 2012	Dolce Et Decorum Est--Wilfred Owen
8/3/2012 5:42:28 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
nevermore1331 Portland, TX 28, joined Feb. 2012	Quote from hemmingway2133: Dolce Et Decorum Est--Wilfred Owen It is sweet and right to die for your country. Wilfred Owen really came through with this work and is certainly one of my favorites. Good man. However my all time favorite would have to be Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven. If you couldn't guess by my screen name lol.
10/7/2012 9:15:38 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
medicine_man911 Colorado Springs, CO 52, joined Sep. 2012	Final Good Bye... the food isnt good mom the weather is damp and cold the ground is really wet mom soaked with human blood i have a bullet in my leg mom but it doesnt hurt so much when an orphan boy crawls by without a leg or crutch remember when i was small mom? i sat upon your knee you said i'd be a man someday and fight for victory here i am a man mom just like you said i'd be fighting for my country and as proud as i can be they are coming down the hill mom a couple hundred strong no matter how we fight or pray we cant hold off for long tell dad hes not to cry mom you and dad be brave when they bring my body back put old glory on my grave i wish i could see you mom just once before i die just to say i love you before i say good bye
10/7/2012 10:35:42 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
cupocheer Assumption, IL 68, joined May. 2010
10/12/2012 12:07:28 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
loner1969 Lebanon, KY 48, joined Oct. 2008	Dear Madam , Iam a soldier and my speech is rough and plain . Iam not used to writing and I hate to bring you pain . But I promised him that I would write to you and he thought it might be so if the letter was written by a friend then perhaps it would ease the blow . So I will tell you the truth and there is nothing I will hide and please forgive me for rough soldier words while I tell you how he died . It was in the mortal battle and it rained shot and shell . I was standing right beside him when I saw him when he fell . So I took him in my arms and laid him on the grass . It was going against orders but they thought let it pass. Twas a minie ball that struck him and it entered at his side . We did not think it fatal till this morning when he died . I carved him out a headboard as skillful as I could and if you like I will tell you where it stood . I will send you back his bible , his hymn book , and his cap he used to wear and a lock I cut the night before of his bright curly hair . I will keep the belt that he was wearing he told me so to do . It has a hole upon the side just were the ball went through . So now I have done his bidding and there is nothing more to tell but I will always mourn with you the boy we loved so well . Unknown
11/12/2012 3:32:36 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
frankk119 Saipan, MP 64, joined Oct. 2012	If You don't mind,let us make this thread Poetry Corner! For example,we could put out the lines which got under our skin and we hummmmm or cite them! [Edited 11/12/2012 3:33:26 AM ]
11/27/2012 4:12:10 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
cococharms1976 Intercourse, PA 41, joined May. 2012	Langston Hughes' Mother to Son Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor --Bare. But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on, And reachin' landin's, And turnin' corners, And sometimes goin' in the dark Where there ain't been no light. So boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps 'Cause you finds it's kinder hard. Don't you fall now --For I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin', And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
12/27/2012 2:55:40 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
gamerman17 New York, NY 30, joined Apr. 2010	Any poem by Langston Hughes, Shakespeare, for Edgar Allen Poe turhfully. Too many to name......gamer
12/27/2012 6:33:18 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
cupocheer Assumption, IL 68, joined May. 2010	Emily D*ckinson Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
12/28/2012 8:10:26 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
begbear1952 Easley, SC 65, joined Jan. 2010	The Second Coming TURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of i{Spiritus Mundi} Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at laSt, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? -- William Butler Yeats
12/28/2012 11:42:49 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
cupocheer Assumption, IL 68, joined May. 2010	If earth were just a crystal ball ...With naked eye we'd pierce it thru To find the sun is always up ~~ ...The down is just our point of view! ~~ Mildred Hoskinson [Edited 12/28/2012 11:43:16 PM ]
2/27/2013 4:39:26 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
nitalu00 Anderson, CA 33, joined Jan. 2013	Tonight I Can Write Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer. My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees. We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses. Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her. Pablo Neruda
2/28/2013 8:46:10 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
cupocheer Assumption, IL 68, joined May. 2010	Annabelle Lee
3/21/2013 3:34:05 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
kylescroggins1 Fayetteville, AR 37, joined Mar. 2013	I write everyday.... As I walked along under hazel skies a beauty took me by surprise... Just up ahead she stood looking, calling, motioning me. Underneath that willow tree... As I drew near to my eyes became clear, the beauty was not to be. Fore it was only my mind playing tricks on me. All that stood motioning me was that lone willow tree.... Wrote that a month ago
3/29/2013 12:01:24 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
collegedude_23 Lakewood, CA 29, joined Mar. 2013	Everything by Hafiz, and William Wordsworth ("I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud").
3/29/2013 12:04:16 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
collegedude_23 Lakewood, CA 29, joined Mar. 2013	Quote from collegedude_23: Everything by Hafiz, and William Wordsworth ("I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"). William Wordsworth- "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, in such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils
3/29/2013 12:06:55 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
collegedude_23 Lakewood, CA 29, joined Mar. 2013	Hafiz- "My Sweet, Crushed Angel" You have not danced so badly, my dear, Trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One. You have waltzed with great style, My sweet, crushed angel, To have ever neared God's heart at all. Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow, And even His best musicians are not always easy To hear. So what if the music has stopped for a while. So what If the price of admission to the Divine Is out of reach tonight. So what, my dear, If you do not have the ante to gamble for Real Love. The mind and the body are famous For holding the heart ransom, But Hafiz knows the Beloved's eternal habits. Have patience, For He will not be able to resist your longing For Long. You have not danced so badly, my dear, Trying to kiss the Beautiful One. You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, O my sweet, O my sweet crushed angel.
4/16/2013 4:39:19 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
leecyluv19 Huntington, WV 24, joined Mar. 2013	Lucille Clifton and ME
4/16/2013 7:45:05 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
cupocheer Assumption, IL 68, joined May. 2010	The Raven ......... Edgar Allen Poe
5/17/2013 9:55:19 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
mscharliessissy Holdrege, NE 50, joined Feb. 2013	This one has been my favorite for years After a while victoria schoftsall After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure you really are strong you really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every goodbye, you learn
5/20/2013 9:43:59 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
in2us4fun Dillsburg, PA 49, joined May. 2013	Thank you for the look I love Erotica and writing poetry and stories of sexual first. The thoughts from our minds are still not taxable, LOL Here is one I wrote a few weeks ago, I hope you like it, I enjoyed writing it. ................................................ Walking a tropical, majestic beach on a warm summer night. I pass by a getaway bungalow, someone catches my sight. A Victorian Silhouette of a women attracted my eyes. She has enticing Curves, flowing hair and womanly thighs. As she steps into view where the light shows her best. I see her button down shirt tied, soft cleavage of Breast. As she starts down the stairs of her bungalow suite. I walk towards this Beauty of a women I desire to meet. Her face in view now her eyes draw me in. I introduce myself with a devilish, boyish grin. We chatted and laughed, headed out for a drink. Then by the end of the night what do you think? Of course we made passionate love in her shack. We had so much fun the next day, she beckoned me back. We’ve hooked together now over many years for a day. The images of those times in our minds locked away! Smile. Peter E.
5/21/2013 2:16:24 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
cupocheer Assumption, IL 68, joined May. 2010	The Raven ............... Poe
6/11/2013 2:47:08 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
1mera Long Beach, CA 44, joined May. 2013	LIFE DOESN’T FRIGHTEN ME By: Maya Angelou Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn't frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud Life doesn't frighten me at all Mean old Mother Goose Lions on the loose They don't frighten me at all Dragons breathing flame On my counterpane That doesn't frighten me at all. I go boo Make them shoo I make fun Way they run I won't cry So they fly I just smile They go wild Life doesn't frighten me at all. Tough guys fight All alone at night Life doesn't frighten me at all. Panthers in the park Strangers in the dark No, they don't frighten me at all. That new classroom where Boys all pull my hair (Kissy little girls With their hair in curls) They don't frighten me at all. Don't show me frogs and snakes And listen for my scream, If I'm afraid at all It's only in my dreams. I've got a magic charm That I keep up my sleeve I can walk the ocean floor And never have to breathe. Life doesn't frighten me at all Not at all Not at all. Life doesn't frighten me at all www.earrings-4-divas.com
7/6/2013 5:57:30 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
tigerlily78 Union City, IN 39, joined Jun. 2012	The Lady of Shallot by Lord Alfred Tennyson On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow-veil'd Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot: And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott". There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the 'curse' may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed; "I am half-sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A redcross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom; She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott. In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the prow she wrote 'The Lady of Shalott.' And down the river's dim expanse-- Like some bold seër in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance-- With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right-- The leaves upon her falling light-- Thro' the noises of the night She floated down to Camelot; And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darken'd wholly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot; For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, 'The Lady of Shalott' Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they cross'd themselves for fear, All the knights at Camelot: But Lancelot mused a little space; He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott". [Edited 7/6/2013 5:59:04 AM ]
10/21/2013 1:17:30 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
tonieomatic North Myrtle Beach, SC 54, joined Oct. 2013	I think By tonie I think to my self, sitting out side watching all the birds,signing all into a chrous of love,I think,I think,of what beauty surrounds me, I think I thinkto myself of what a joy it is to be free of what life has to bring.I think I think to sit here and breath,and just take in the scerny all round me I think I think,what a beautiful smell from the rose garden,for every one to enjoy. I think I think as im sitting here,I thank god im alive to see all its beauty,thats upon me and knowing its all about love I think I think
3/3/2014 1:43:52 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
trk182 Jeffersonville, IN 48, joined Feb. 2012	If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream---and not make dreams your master; If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same:. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son! Rudyard Kipling. 'Gunga Din' and 'Tommy' and many others by Kipling. I have also enjoyed' How Horatios kept the bridge' ( The lays of Ancient Rome) [Edited 3/3/2014 1:46:16 AM ]
3/4/2014 12:26:57 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 61, joined Jul. 2012	Taken At The Flood There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat, And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. William Shakespeare, in "Julius Caesar"
3/6/2014 10:13:00 AM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 61, joined Jul. 2012	Thankfulness Many favours which God giveth us ravel out for want of hemming, through our own unthankfulness; for though prayer purchaseth blessings, giving praise doth keep the quiet possession of them. Thomas Fuller
4/1/2014 3:31:28 PM	I'm favorite poem, what are some of yours?
eastfoot Bossier City, LA 61, joined Jul. 2012	https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Langston_Hughes#Political_views ^^see "Political views" Bound No'th Blues by Langston Hughes Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody To help me carry this load. Road’s in front o’ me, Nothin’ to do but walk. Road’s in front of me, Walk…an’ walk…an’ walk. I’d like to meet a good friend To come along an’ talk. Hates to be lonely, Lawd, I hates to be sad. Says I hates to be lonely, Hates to be lonely an’ sad, But ever friend you finds seems Like they try to do you bad. Road, road, road, O! Road, road…road…road, road! Road, road, road, O! On the no’thern road. These Mississippi towns ain’t Fit fer a hoppin’ toad. [Edited 4/1/2014 3:32:40 PM ]

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