Discussion in 'Mojave Desert CA' started by Mertroid, Feb 19, 2003.
That is a really great poem there Mertroid.
Thanks. I just love poetry and all these so far are strong poems with very strong messages and themes.
Yes all strong messages, and strong words of encouragement.
A Love Poem
___whose body has opened
Night after night
Cancelling the doubts
Of which I am made,
Night after night
Taste me upon you.
Night and then again night,
And in your movements
The bed?s shape is forgotten.
Sinking through it I follow,
Adrift on the taste of you.
I cannot speak clearly about you.
Night and then again night,
And after a night beside you
Night without you is barren.
I have never discovered
What alchemy makes
Your flesh different from the rest,
Nor why all that?s commonplace
Comes to seem unique,
And though down my spine one answer leaks
It does not bother to explain itself.
All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wonder are lost
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire should be woken
A light from the shadows shall spring
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king
Very interesting poem there Jodo-Fett.
Hey Mertroid, can you send me a copy of that Poem? Thanks.
Your welcome Jodo-Fett. And what poem? The one I had just posted for my most recent Stridarious?
Yeah if you could please Mertroid.
Stridarious your lazy, why don't you just copy it and put it into mircosoft word?
Thats true Jodo-Fett thanks anyhow Mertroid now do you happen to have anymore poems? I am searching for another one to post.
Yes I have a lot more poems.
Gift of Sight
I had long known the diverse tastes of the wood,
Each leaf, each bark, rank earth from every
Knew the smells of bird?s breath and of bat?s
Yet sight I lacked: until you stole upon me,
Touching my eyelids with light finger-tips.
The trees blazed out, their colours whirled
Nor ever before had I been aware of sky.
Mertroid that poem was relly, really inspirational. It reminds me of that one movie. Itmust be a big thing to nt be able to see what you want to. Then to one day get it back. MAN! its so touching!
i carry your heart with me (i carry it
in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my
and it?s you are whatever a moon has always
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that?s keeping the stars
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
In Time of Chaos
That sits by the hearth
And smiles into the fire,
As into a memory
As into the eyes
That can be silent.
It is not afraid of silence.
It knows happiness
Is a deep pool
Is the earth?s sadness
On autumn afternoons
When days grow short,
And the year grows old,
When frost is in the air,
And suddenly one notices
Has grown whiter.
Where is here?
But you understand.
In my heart
Within your heart
To Carlotta on her birthday
Oh now that one was really good. I am still looking for some of my old work, I should have it posted soon.
Yeah I shall have my poems posted soon too.
I also keep writing more as well.
I love writing poetry and expressing myself through writing and art.
Yes, it is great to be able to express yourself through art in words.
it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should
another?s, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
in on another?s face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
if this should be, i say if this should be ?
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
That was another great poem by Mertroid
I didn't write it Alex. E.E. Cummings did. Yeah that poem is beautiful. So much poetry.
No, actully what I meant was that it was a good poem that you chose.
The Dreams of the Clown Fish
You are in love. It taints your food with
A hint of coffee and fills your dreams with green
Mountainsides. You have seen what beauty is
And knew it when she danced in the rain.
You have heard music in the sunrise and learned
That time is never enough as you held her hand.
You felt the butterflies in your stomach when
She entered the room. You felt the lion
Tear at your intestines when she boarded that
Plane in Savannah. And you felt the sky fall
When you saw it leave the ground and knew
That she would not come running down the
Terminal and kiss you once more.
You have built yourself, your world, by
Yourself entirely. You have been destroyed
By love, and you have stooped to rebuild
Yourself once more with only broken tools.
She loves you for the things that you have
Done, and you love her, that she does pity
Them. Together, your witches live in a dream.
Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms
BelieveÂ me,Â ifÂ allÂ thoseÂ endearing young charms,
WhichÂ IÂ gazeÂ onÂ soÂ fondlyÂ today,
WereÂ toÂ changeÂ byÂ tomorrow,Â andÂ fleetin my arms,
LikeÂ fairy-giftsÂ fadingÂ away,
ThouÂ wouldstÂ stillÂ beÂ adored,Â asÂ thisÂ momentÂ thouÂ art,
LetÂ thyÂ lovelinessÂ fadeÂ asÂ itÂ will,
AndÂ aroundÂ theÂ dearÂ ruinÂ eachÂ wishÂ ofÂ my heart
WouldÂ entwineÂ itselfÂ verdantlyÂ still.
ItÂ isÂ notÂ whileÂ beautyÂ andÂ youthÂ areÂ thine own,
AndÂ thyÂ cheeksÂ unprofanedÂ byÂ aÂ tear
ThatÂ theÂ fervorÂ andÂ faithÂ ofÂ aÂ soulcan be known,
ToÂ whichÂ timeÂ willÂ butÂ makeÂ theeÂ moreÂ dear;
No,Â theÂ heartÂ thatÂ hasÂ trulyloved never forgets,
ButÂ asÂ trulyÂ lovesÂ onÂ toÂ theÂ close,
AsÂ theÂ sunflowerÂ turnsÂ onÂ herÂ god,Â when he sets,
TheÂ sameÂ lookÂ whichÂ sheÂ turnedÂ whenÂ heÂ rose.