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Old April 11th, 2003, 01:20 AM   #31
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I'm kinda on a Veli kick, so here are a few more by him:

INSIDE

Windows are better;
At least you see the birds passing by
Instead of four walls.



POEM WITH A PIGEON

I hadn't heard for a while
The sounds of pigeons in the window;
Have I gotten
The traveling bug again
I wonder?
What is this, the smell of sea moss?
What's that,
The noise of the gulls in the air?
It must be traveling again,
Traveling.



FULL OF

We have seas, full of the sun;
We have trees, full of leaves;
From dawn to dusk we go and go and come
Among our seas, among our trees
Full of
The blues.
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Old April 11th, 2003, 01:31 AM   #32
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Veli is good. The young ones always are.

Bader Shakir Al-Sayyab, 1927-1964

<b>from Song of the Rain</b>

I see your eyes
Which seem to float with the rain,
And across the waves of the Gulf lightning
Sweeps the shores of Iraq with flashes of stars and coral,
As though the shores themselves would rise up
Before the night draws over them a cover of blood.
I cry aloud to the Gulf:
?O Gulf,
Giver of pearls and coral and death!
I can hear Iraq storing thunder,
Storing lightning on mountains and in valleys,


And when she has finished
She will stamp them as her own.
(The great storm left no trace in the valley
Of the village Thamud.)
I can hear the palm-trees drinjing rain.
I can hear the villages moaning, and emigrants
Battling, with oars and rough axes,
The storms of the Gulf and the thunder, singing:
Rain . . .
Rain . . .
Rain . . .

How many tears we shed the night we departed,
Excusing our sorrow by saying, ?It's only the rain.
Rain . . .
Rain . . .
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Old April 11th, 2003, 08:24 AM   #33
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Listening to my palm trees rustle and the pounding waves from the gulf, I have the perfect setting for reading those poems ((((Liam))) and ((((Lou)))).

I raise my coffe cup to the poets AND to you. Good morning!
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Old April 15th, 2003, 01:17 AM   #34
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OGRES
-W.S. Merwin-

All night waking to the sound
of light rain falling softly
through the leaves in the quiet
valley below the window
and to Paula lying here
asleep beside me and to
the murmur beside the bed
of the dogs? snoring like small
waves coming ashore I
am amazed at the fortune
of this moment in the whole
of the dark this unspoken
favor while it is with us
this breathing peace and then I
think of the frauds in office
at this instant devising
their massacres in my name
what part of me could they have
come from were they made of my
loathing itself and dredged from
the bitter depths of my shame
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Old April 15th, 2003, 09:51 AM   #35
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oh yes.....

thanks, (((Addie)))
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Old April 15th, 2003, 10:25 AM   #36
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Excellent poem, Addie!
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Old April 15th, 2003, 10:39 AM   #37
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Love Merwin--thanks ((((Addie))))

Here's one from another of my favorite poets:

<b>The Last Lie</b>
Bruce Weigl

Some guy in the miserable convoy
Raised up in the back of our open truck
And threw a can of C rations at a child
Who called into the rumble for food.
He didn't toss the can, he wound up and hung it
On the child's forehead and she was stunned
Backwards into the dust of our trucks.

Across the sudden angle of the road's curving
I could still see her when she rose,
Waving one hand across her swollen, bleeding head,
Wildly swinging her other hand
At the children who mobbed her,
Who tried to take her food.

I grit my teeth to myself to remember that girl
Smiling as she fought off her brothers and sisters.
She laughed
As if she thought it were a joke
And the guy with me laughed
And fingered the edge of another can
Like it was the seam of a baseball
Until his rage ripped
Again into the faces of children
Who called to us for food.
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Old April 19th, 2003, 12:12 AM   #38
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Hello, everyone:

I just got some poetries for kids, hopefully they like.

It Can't Be Time to Take a Bath

It can't be time to take a bath.
I took one just last week.
I'm sure the spots you think are grime
are freckles on my cheek.

I'm just as clean as clean can be.
You won't find any dirt.
I rubbed my mouth clean with my hands,
then wiped them on my shirt.

My feet were muddy yesterday,
but that's no longer true.
I walked home barefoot in the rain,
so now they're spotless, too.

There was some gunk behind my ears-
a funny shade of gray.
Don't worry, though, 'cause it's all gone.
The cat licked it away.

And so you see, there is no need
to point me toward the tub.
It's just a waste of water.
I've got nothing left to scrub!
? A. Maria Plover



School Stress

I'm aching with anxiety.
I'm hurting, full of stress.
My desk is overflowing,
and my locker is a mess.
My pencil's broke, my belly feels
as if it's full of rocks.
My shoes will not stay tied, and
there are holes in both my socks.
I cannot find my Devil Dog.
I spilled my apple juice.
I lost my homework and the book
I love by Dr. Seuss.
I want this awful day to end.
I'm staring at the clock.
It must be broken cuz it says
It's only 9 o'clock!
? Kathy Kenny-Marshall

Cheers!
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Old May 29th, 2003, 12:42 AM   #39
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SPEECH TO THE YOUNG :
SPEECH TO THE PROGRESS-TOWARD _

by Gwendolyn Brooks _

Say to them,
say to the down-keepers,
the sun-slappers,
the self-soilers,
the harmony-hushers,
"even if you are not ready for day
it cannot always be night."
You will be right.
For that is the hard home-run. _

Live not for battles won.
Live not for the-end-of-the-song.
Live in the along. _
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Old July 23rd, 2008, 08:55 AM   #40
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My favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe. He is dark and shows a depression. It kind of mimics his life. He was a very depressed man. His poems tells a story, (granted sad).Sometimes I wonder, are they the stories of his life.
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Old August 6th, 2008, 06:11 AM   #41
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wow! that's a lovely poem. as i read it, I had cause to be glad that I am a woman with beautiful awesome attributes...YOU are really a phenomenal woman.cares. (wish all women can see this).
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Old August 6th, 2008, 02:09 PM   #42
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This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem.
It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital . It was sent by a medical
doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.


SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the
reply?

When the day is done Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores Running through your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste, Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
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Old August 10th, 2008, 06:53 AM   #43
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I was glad to see this section. I adore poetry. Here are a few I've found.

-This one just made me laugh.
Hot and Cold
A woman who my mother knows
Came in and took off all her clothes.

Said I, not being very old,
'By golly gosh, you must be cold!'

'No, no!' she cried. 'Indeed I'm not!
I'm feeling devilishly hot!'

Roald Dahl

-I've always enjoyed this one
All That is Gold Does Not Glitter

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

JRR Tolkien

-I like the idea of this one.
Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary E. Frye
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Old August 10th, 2008, 10:25 PM   #44
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Oh (((((( MissChaos))))))),

That last one is on my sil's stone... I'd like that read when the time comes for me to pass. Already talked to my kids about my wishes. Not to hold on to the ashes but let them scatter.


My Heart is Theirs!

My heart is theirs,
Forget the tears,
Remember the laughter,
Celebrate hereafter.

When you feel the wind tug,
It's me giving a hug,
Remember my smile.
Let it hold you awhile.

((((((( hugs & for all )))))))))
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Old August 11th, 2008, 05:26 PM   #45
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Beautiful poetry, ladies. Wolf, thanks for that poem. (As well as thanks for everyone else who has shared.)
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