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oursoulsinmotion
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DividedQuantum
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"When we two parted"
by Lord Byron
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow— It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame.
They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me— Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well:— Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met— In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee?— With silence and tears.
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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Barnaby
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The tree still grows OVER THE VOID Enrooting itself all around An endless labyrinth of WOE!
Welcome to life William Blake. The late. Life goes by very quickly I have learned. Is amazing to me some of the worthless drama some people put to it. My critque of the poem, lol. Song lyrics and poems and stories all come from creativity of the mind and Blake is great at the imagination.
People with none or a sense of humor have made this world dull as fuck.
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DividedQuantum
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France
by Ambrose Bierce
Unhappy State! with horrors still to strive: Thy Hugo dead, thy Boulanger alive; A Prince who'd govern where he dares not dwell, And who for power would his birthright sell Who, anxious o'er his enemies to reign, Grabs at the scepter and conceals the chain; While pugnant factions mutually strive By cutting throats to keep the land alive. Perverse in passion, as in pride perverse To all a mistress, to thyself a curse; Sweetheart of Europe! every sun's embrace Matures the charm and poison of thy grace. Yet time to thee nor peace nor wisdom brings: In blood of citizens and blood of kings The stones of thy stability are set, And the fair fabric trembles at a threat.
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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Fezzgig
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There’s a small part of my heart that’s always sad Part of me that walks with a slow aching step Forever longing The beauty of that To be forever longing Too much joy makes the time pass too quickly A bit of sadness slows things down so you can see it Makes the sun set slower The poison of joy They cannot imagine a beauty in sadness They stay away They never get past the surface When I fall down inside I find new parts It’s like digging for soul’s gold I never want to become a stranger to the downside That which moves me when I cannot be moved The great longing, the great sadness That’s my inspiration Filling the void Filling the grave Filling the time card
-Henry Rollins
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Barnaby
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Re: Post a poem you like [Re: Fezzgig]
#28590834 - 12/20/23 05:53 AM (3 months, 7 days ago) |
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Oh Emily. Shut in writing endless poems. Because she got turned down by a man in the times when marriage, I don't think you could get divorced in those times, was everything?
The Hollywood garbage about her don't waste your time. Is insulting to one's intelligence.
Love it. Though I love the wilderness and the PCT which is a kind of isolation all its own. Where even wildlife are, wow, what the fuck are you doing here. That surprise made me laugh. Take enough psychedelics, to each their own, one in my opinion can read any living thing.
So to the poem. Putting my thoughts together in a way people can understand. I get a lot of shit for my posts but only one really stuck with me.
You might not get what he is saying but he gets what he is saying. Everything now is mean spirited M's and Z's that, watch the latest South Park, shaped by idiotic influencers. AND MAKE SURE YOU CRUSH THAT LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE BUTTON!
But this thread is about poetry. Don't want to get banned from another forum from safe zone shit mods. Times used to be a lot different on the Shroomery.
To the poem.
Hope by Emily
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.
I've heard it in the chillest land, And on strangest sea;
Yet never in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
I like birds. They are free. Everyone wanting crumbs and taking crumbs from others. USA! Everyone come! Welcome to Winter dumb fucks especially in Chicago. Maybe learn what the birds do.
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olmyco
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Re: Post a poem you like [Re: Barnaby] 1
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Born like this
by Charles Bukowski
Born like this, into this As the chalk faces smile, as Mrs. Death laughs As political landscapes dissolve As the oily fish spit out their oily prey We are born like this, into this Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die Into lawyers who charged so much, it's cheaper to plead guilty Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes Born into this, walking and living through this Dying because of this Castrated, debauched, disinherited, because of this The fingers reach toward an unresponsive God The fingers reach for the bottle, the pill, the powder We are born into this sorrowful deadliness There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets It will be guns and roving mobs, land will be useless Food will become a diminishing return Nuclear power will be taken over by the many Explosions will continually shape the earth Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men The rotting bodies of men and animals stink in the dark wind And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard Born out of that, the sun hidden there Awaiting the next chapter
-------------------- I would prefer not to.
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DividedQuantum
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Re: Post a poem you like [Re: olmyco]
#28674475 - 02/24/24 05:22 PM (1 month, 3 days ago) |
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A Hard Rain
by James A. Heffernan
(To A.C.)
It’s gonna be a hard rain If ever we unleash Proliferate, degenerate Inside of this pastiche The toil of ages vain Miscalculation, madness Abrupt ending, peace rending An intense kind of sadness
By the toss of the tumbler The shatter implore Through the crest of the breast Through the fall of the floor Like unto a rumbler At the height of the soar The roil of the boil I abhor! I abhor!
Of the fairy and faun It’s the end of it all Solemn greet the big heat We’ve a planet too small From the dying of the dawn Of the age of the dead The terminus of delight Only dread, only dread!
Cybernetic alternative Take our hands off the switch Dam the Nile, in denial Of the trial of the bitch Though I lack, though I live Though I dive through the door By the time of the rime I abhor! I abhor!
The awful battle beaker Of love that’s gone by The exotic erotic Sun’s rays in the sky The old pitiful speaker Of the half-cocked and trite I awoke, I evoke The full force of the fight!
In the end, our redemption In the fullness of fate To sever the lever That’s leveraged to hate A short-circuit exemption Is what God has in store O revel not Devil! I abhor! I abhor!
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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DividedQuantum
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Untitled
by James Clerk Maxwell
There are powers and thoughts within us, that we know not till they rise Through the stream of conscious action from where Self in secret lies.
But where will and sense are silent, by the thoughts that come and go We may trace the rocks and eddies in the hidden depths below.
-------------------- Vi Veri Universum Vivus Vici
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Buckomcdoogle
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I shit the sheet upon I shit and on shitted sheet I shit.
-------------------- "Nothing is more dangerous to your creativity than comfort and familiarity" "Nihilism is the most basic truth in existence, the only consistency throughout the world, and the universe is chaos and decay" "Logic leads to nihilism"
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Barnaby
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Most things from Emily. l kind of get her prose and lifestyle at that time.
Her history is interesting.
Just a random poem from her.
I meant to have but modes needs, such as content and heaven; Within in my income I could lie-meaning in her time a bed
And life and I keep even.
The poem goes on yet is where I am at in life. That balancing act.
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split_infinitive
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Archaic Torso of Apollo
Rainer Maria Rilke / 1875 – 1926 (translation Stephen Mitchell)
We cannot know his legendary head with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso is still suffused with brilliance from inside, like a lamp, in which his gaze, now turned to low,
gleams in all its power. Otherwise the curved breast could not dazzle you so, nor could a smile run through the placid hips and thighs to that dark center where procreation flared.
Otherwise this stone would seem defaced beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders and would not glisten like a wild beast's fur:
would not, from all the borders of itself, burst like a star: for here there is no place that does not see you. You must change your life.
-------------------- A man sits and eats damp clay for moisture How is it for him when a flood of fresh prophetic rainwater suddenly rides him along? Rumi translation by Coleman Barks
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