FF:NSW Poet's Corner

I once met a girl wearing a t-shirt that had a picture of a frog on it with "Frog?" beneath it. When I asked why she turned around and on the back was a picture of a crown with the word "Prince!". We talked and clicked like we never had with any other.
A few days later at her work she received a rose with a card that read:

In all my years I've never been
so happy to be small and green.
In all my years I've never had
a princess at my lily pad.
But here I sit and here you stand
a shiny object in your hand
and from my view down here I see:
that little crown belongs to me.

A little kiss, and crown my head
you'll find no frog, but a prince instead.
A prince who wants no other thing
than to take your hand and serve the King.
Have I misread you? Shed no tears
this pond is full enough as it is.
So here I sit, to wait and see
what a princess does with a frog like me.

--
So say what you like, but she's now my wife

 

ooooooooo..that's so luverley!!!

 

Awwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!

That's so sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet

 

lucky girl....

 

Almost two years after that, on our wedding day, she was getting dressed when the lilies arrived with the sequel:

In all my years I never thought
I'd stand here in the royal court
A lovely princess by my side
who now consents to be my bride.
But here I stand and so do you,
today becoming one from two
and as we kneel before the King
I'd like to tell you just one thing.

I'd like to serve Him, you and I
together till the day we die.
It will be fun, it will be rough
but God, we know, provides enough.
I'll search no longer, for I've found
my lovelyNess to be around
And as i wear your crown, you see:
I told you it belonged to me.

 

awwwwww

*melts into puddle of girliness*

Your wife is soooooo lucky.

And I can get away with that because Scream never reads this thread.

 

I agree with you, Jenna. How beautiful

This piece is a favourite of mine, I didn't write it, but I don't think that matters does it? It's by Tennyson

Ulysses

It little profits that an idle king,
By this hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an agèd wife, I mete and drole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name
For always roaming with a hungry heart;
Much have I seen and known, - cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not the least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it id to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains; but every hour is saved
From eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning for desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle ?
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me ?
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads ? you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
?Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

 

wowsa to everybody!

 

Kalor - VERY cute.

Kieca - That one is awesome, as I said when you sent it to me. I might include an analysis of it in my writing log.

Here's a short one I wrote a week ago or so:

Two great pillars
Supporting the Eagle
As immovable as time

Two small killers
Beheading the regal
Bird with their violent crime

Blood drawn from that which was enduring
Sets in sight a view of new reality
What was once immortal now procuring
A sense of an unnerving new mortality

 

That's very good Gecko, it captures the shock of the whole thing.

 

Thanks.

In my many a-wanderings online, I found one written by Spike Milligan. This isn't the sort of poem most people remember him for. He wrote this one in 1966, in a Psychiatric hospital, apparently. What I like is the questioning in this poem ...

Me
Born screaming small into this world-
Living I am.
Occupational therapy twixt birth and death-
What was I before?
What will I be next?
What am I now?
Cruel answer carried in the jesting mind
of a careless God
I will not bend and grovel
When I die. If He says my sins are myriad
I will ask why He made me so imperfect
And he will say 'My chisels were blunt'
I will say 'Then why did you make so
many of me'.

 

SithGecko,

I love some of Spike Milligan's lesser known stuff... He had moments of sheer and utter brilliance, comic and otherwise...


Words have dried,
the ink has been lost,
I've sat here for days,
thinking of something to post.

I twiddle my thumbs,
and play solitaire again,
and when my eyes scan the screen
it all sounds the same.

Meaningless phrases,
and something about something,
I'm feeling detached,
don't want to sing.

So I'll sit in my corner,
and twiddle some more,
getting more and more anxious,
for my heart's words to pour,

Because I'm giving up on language,
and I'm losing the plot,
I keep trying for intelligence,
but it's something I'm not.



Well, that wasn't Spike, but I felt like putting it there any ways...

The end, they all lived happily ever after...

 

A poem about poet's block. I like it.

But intelligent contributions don't always have to be in the form of poetry, anything else is acceptable.

 

I didn't write this, but I really, really like it,

The Beginning is the end is the beginning,


Send a heartbeat to
The boy that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass
For now we stand alone

The world is lost and blown
And we are flesh and blood
The sinner grieves
With no more to hate

Is it bright where you are?
Have the people changed?
Does it make you happy you're so strange?

And in your darkest hour
My whole secret's fake
We can watch the world devoured in it's hate

Delivered from the blast
A lesson learned at last
The pale princess of a palace cracked

And now the kingdom comes
Crashing down unknown
And I am master of a nothing place
Of recoil and race

Is it bright where you are?
Have the people changed?
Does it make you happy you're so strange?

And in your darkest hour
My whole secret's fake
We can watch the world devoured in it's hate

Time has stopped before us
The sky cannot ignore us
No-one can separate us
For we are all that is left

The echo bounces off me
The shadow lies beside me
There's no more need to pretend
Cause now I can begin again

Is it bright where you are?
Have the people changed?
Does it make you happy you're so strange?

And in your darkest hour
My whole secret's fake
We can watch the world devoured in it's hate

Strange
Strange
Strange


By Billy Corgan.

 

beating heart
slowing...slowing
wasted body
dying...weeping
sepentine thoughts
incandescant love...
All for naught...

 

My first foray into the poetry thread... yoiks.. *bites nails, gets nervous..*

Ok.
Well, this poem here is me. I didn't write it, Lord Byron did (the nutter), but I feel every single word of it.


There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.


That poem explains why I stare and the moon and get shivers when I watch clouds.

 

Ooh...I agree totally, there, Maes.

 

I like that one Maes, thats why I go sit in Kings Park for hours at a time during the night,

 

Long time, poet's corner, no see, but I wanted to put this one in here...


a full moon, full of power
the clar star-filled sky shining down
the sea-water racing in with the tide
crashing in small waves on the granular sand
two dis-robed figures enter the water
ecstatic already with the joy of love and freedom
she looks to him
the jewels of the night reflect in his eyes
as they both float above the surface
she whispers to him
just above the water
"I love you" she says
"I love you too" comes the answer
she reaches over
and kisses him
struggling to remain above the water
salt and saliva mixing
as delerium takes control
bodies dip below the surface
eyes closed, but minds open to wonder
rising once more to take a breath
eyes open and search souls
the physicality of it all
moving to shallower grounds
to join hands, minds, souls and bodies
and dance the dance of love and lust combined
she kisses him harder
as the beast takes over
moonlight flashing silver
over skin pale and moist
droplets of water running over flesh
as the rhythm picks up
the waves of sal water
crash in time to those of bliss
mountains of enjoyment build up
only to explode into sighs
fast breathing to regain normality again
the water still lapping round
holding each other
as the waves wash away the evidence
moonbeams lighting the scenery
as she stands
takes his hand
and walks with him to deeper water
for the dance to start all over again
and when the morning's light comes
to chase Madam Moon's smiling face
the bright Sun's kiss shall caress
two lover's asleep on the shore of the beach
entwined in each other's arms.

 

This looks like a good place for this

Dreams of a forest
with a meadow of green
a packed little feast
for you and for me
I hold this thought
as one of which we share
times will be countless
sharing this thing
a picnic in the woods
or on a city street
a picnic in your arms
will keep my life complete
I cherish the love
you show me each day
I treasure your soft touch
when you hold me so close
now time will allow
many years of our lives
to share each of these days
in our special ways


JRAW

 

LET IT REST!
~By Monique Nicole Fox~

No use in arguing with those who have no clue
or trying to make them understand your point of view.
So let it rest!

No use in turning lively discussions into a heated one
or turning road rage into murder with a gun.
So let it rest!

No use in exchanging hurtful words or insults
or letting your blood pressure skyrocket as a result!
So let it rest!

No use in stressing yourself out
or walking around mad or in a pout.
So let it rest!

No use in worrying about what other think about you
or what they say.
Just continue walking and living in a spiritual way.
So let it rest!

No use in trying to be what others want you to be
for the only one you have to prove anything to is God the Almighty
So let it rest!

In God's hands are our problems and pests.
God knows and does what is best.
So in God, let it rest!

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For the Angels of Light are real treasures. For the Angels of Light help you grow.

And the Light that they bring to this planet. And the Light that connects with your heart,

Is a healing that can make a difference,
Is a healing for earth, so let's start.

 

Those useless people who've made others lives hurtful,
Digging the past with emotions tossed,
Can't you tell we've all had a gutful?
Take the hint and just get lost.

 

Double post, if you wanted to know what it said, refer to previous message.

 

Simply stated, I post poetry, I ask not for comments of people who wish to attack me. Stop now. I respectfully ask the moderators of these boards to take notice of yet another attack.

 

just a verse that popped into my head while I read your post, what? I'm not allowed to popst poetry in a thread started by my girlfriend now?