Isobel1965
Gold Member
Kate - we need to find you a bigger man - in all senses of the word!!
Great poem!
love
Great poem!
love
Poem For Today
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Kassileigh
Member
[SIZE=+2]`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]All mimsy were the borogoves,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]And the mome raths outgrabe. [/SIZE]
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[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]"Beware the Jabberwock, my son![/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]The jaws that bite, the claws that catch![/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]The frumious Bandersnatch!"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]He took his vorpal sword in hand:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]Long time the manxome foe he sought --[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]So rested he by the Tumtum tree,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]And stood awhile in thought.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]And, as in uffish thought he stood,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]And burbled as it came![/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]One, two! One, two! And through and through[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]The vorpal blade went snicker-snack![/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]He left it dead, and with its head[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]He went galumphing back.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]Come to my arms, my beamish boy![/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]He chortled in his joy.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]All mimsy were the borogoves,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]And the mome raths outgrabe[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2] A personal favorite of mine...Hi all!Kassi x[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]All mimsy were the borogoves,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]And the mome raths outgrabe. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]
[SIZE=+2]"Beware the Jabberwock, my son![/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]The jaws that bite, the claws that catch![/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]The frumious Bandersnatch!"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]He took his vorpal sword in hand:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]Long time the manxome foe he sought --[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]So rested he by the Tumtum tree,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]And stood awhile in thought.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]And, as in uffish thought he stood,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]And burbled as it came![/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]One, two! One, two! And through and through[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]The vorpal blade went snicker-snack![/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]He left it dead, and with its head[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]He went galumphing back.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]Come to my arms, my beamish boy![/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]He chortled in his joy.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]All mimsy were the borogoves,[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2]And the mome raths outgrabe[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2][/SIZE]
[SIZE=+2] A personal favorite of mine...Hi all!Kassi x[/SIZE]
Kassileigh
Member
I thought I'd win the spelling bee and make it to the top,
I started to spell 'banana' and didn't know when to stop!
Another fav,
Kx
I started to spell 'banana' and didn't know when to stop!
Another fav,
Kx
Excellent Kassileigh,
Thanks for posting your poem for today!
I also like your banana poem....
I remember when Pierce was learning to spell
this was one he had a problem with and also said the same thing about he did not know where to stop banananananananannanananna......
More poems please!
Thanks for posting your poem for today!
I also like your banana poem....
I remember when Pierce was learning to spell
this was one he had a problem with and also said the same thing about he did not know where to stop banananananananannanananna...... More poems please!
tatty head
Full Member
Do you reach beyond to touch the sky,
or lag behind, afraid to try?
Do you reach beyond to learn anew,
or hesitate - the same old you?
Do you reach beyond to test your limit,
or do you tell yourself, I'm timid?
Do you reach beyond to lead the pack,
or do you waste time looking back?
Do you reach beyond and strive to find
better ways to stretch your mind?
Do you reach beyond to care and share
and help some others do and dare?
Do you reach beyond, expect the best,
or have you given up the quest?
Do you reach beyond and claim your space,
here and now, this time, this place?
Do you reach beyond and try to soar,
or, sadly, play it safe once more?
Suzy Sutton
I liked this one
Tatty head xxx
or lag behind, afraid to try?
Do you reach beyond to learn anew,
or hesitate - the same old you?
Do you reach beyond to test your limit,
or do you tell yourself, I'm timid?
Do you reach beyond to lead the pack,
or do you waste time looking back?
Do you reach beyond and strive to find
better ways to stretch your mind?
Do you reach beyond to care and share
and help some others do and dare?
Do you reach beyond, expect the best,
or have you given up the quest?
Do you reach beyond and claim your space,
here and now, this time, this place?
Do you reach beyond and try to soar,
or, sadly, play it safe once more?
Suzy Sutton
I liked this one
Tatty head xxx
It is The Prophet by Khalil Gibran. Here is an excerpt I thought you might like:
And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.
And he answered:
Where shall you seek beauty, and how
shall you find her unless she herself be your
way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except
she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say,
"Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a yound mother half-shy of her
own glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is
a think of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth
beneath us and the sky above us."
The tired and the weary say, "Beauty is
of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint
light that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say, "We have heard her
shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of
hoofs, and the beating of wings and the
roaring of lions."
At night the watchmen of the city say,
"Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the
east."
And at noontide the toilers and the way-
farers say, "We have seen her leaning over
the earth from the windows of the sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall
come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say,
"We have seen her dancing with the autumn
leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her
hair."
All these things have you said of beauty,
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of
needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty
hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the
song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you
close your eyes and a song you hear though
you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark,
nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and
a flock of angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when
life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror...
And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.
And he answered:
Where shall you seek beauty, and how
shall you find her unless she herself be your
way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except
she be the weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say,
"Beauty is kind and gentle.
Like a yound mother half-shy of her
own glory she walks among us."
And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is
a think of might and dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth
beneath us and the sky above us."
The tired and the weary say, "Beauty is
of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
Her voice yields to our silences like a faint
light that quivers in fear of the shadow."
But the restless say, "We have heard her
shouting among the mountains,
And with her cries came the sound of
hoofs, and the beating of wings and the
roaring of lions."
At night the watchmen of the city say,
"Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the
east."
And at noontide the toilers and the way-
farers say, "We have seen her leaning over
the earth from the windows of the sunset."
In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall
come with the spring leaping upon the hills."
And in the summer heat the reapers say,
"We have seen her dancing with the autumn
leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her
hair."
All these things have you said of beauty,
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of
needs unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty
hand stretched forth,
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the
song you would hear,
But rather an image you see though you
close your eyes and a song you hear though
you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark,
nor a wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and
a flock of angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when
life unveils her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror...
Russiandoll
Carpe diem
As most of you know, I'm at Uni doing a degree in English & Creative writing with heritage studies. As part of the course, we have to develop our poetry writing skills (V. difficult!!) so I thought I'd post one of mine, inspired by a walk through the old part of the local cemetary last Summer.
Remember me
Lazy, ragged path
meandering through a field of tall, nodding grasses
which dance and sway,
intoxicated by Summer's scented breath.
Snatched glimpses
of a time long past; cold grey patches on
moss-softened granite. Cascading ivy draws
the final curtain on once cherished names.
On these rocks of remembrance
wild roses scramble, tendril fingers trace
the who; the when; the why
but those beloved names no longer sit on trembling lips.
They just echo ever-faint the words 'Remember me'.
PS
constructive criticism welcome (but be gentle: I'm a beginner!)
Remember me
Lazy, ragged path
meandering through a field of tall, nodding grasses
which dance and sway,
intoxicated by Summer's scented breath.
Snatched glimpses
of a time long past; cold grey patches on
moss-softened granite. Cascading ivy draws
the final curtain on once cherished names.
On these rocks of remembrance
wild roses scramble, tendril fingers trace
the who; the when; the why
but those beloved names no longer sit on trembling lips.
They just echo ever-faint the words 'Remember me'.
PS
constructive criticism welcome (but be gentle: I'm a beginner!)
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westhills
I STILL mean it!
A poem of love - for someone who you cannot be with. I wrote it 30 years ago.
The first time I met you
I suspected you'd be special
I was right.
Feelings like a tidal wave
rushed over a sea only used to ripples.
I was frightened.
Can this be happening to ME, I asked?
I used to think with words like independent, liberated and free -
now warm, close and together sound special.
Circumstances place miles between us,
most of the time
even so, you gatecrash my thoughts
constantly.
Stay a part of my life,
Please.
those were the days!
Ann x
The first time I met you
I suspected you'd be special
I was right.
Feelings like a tidal wave
rushed over a sea only used to ripples.
I was frightened.
Can this be happening to ME, I asked?
I used to think with words like independent, liberated and free -
now warm, close and together sound special.
Circumstances place miles between us,
most of the time
even so, you gatecrash my thoughts
constantly.
Stay a part of my life,
Please.
those were the days!
Ann x
Russiandoll
Carpe diem
I didn't realise you were a poet Ann! That's beautiful!!
Isis
Ancient Egypt Nut!
This is lovely Ann. Thank you for posting something so special in your memory.
Lacey....x
Hope you don't mind me gatecrashing, in development at Lighterlife we were asked to wite a poem about 'the hole' (referring to our pre weight loss life) here is mine.
Everyday for 18 years a deep hole lay outside my gate,
Each day I thought “I must walk around that hole”.
I would set of full of hope, knowing where that hole would be,
But it wouldn’t go away, it would sit and wait.
No matter what I did I would eventually follow the path back to the hole,
Tripping over – falling head first into the pit, with no way back.
Each time I fell the hole got deeper and darker,
Sometimes I would get out of the hole and partly fill it,
Always to return and dig it deeper.
I made myself like that hole,
The deeper it got the more I lost myself within it.
I convinced myself I was happy in that hole,
The hole was safe, warm and became a friend.
I comforted myself thinking the friends I had lost were there deep in that hole.
Awakening one day a real friend asked if I would like to find a way outside,
A way that took me somewhere else,
A journey that did not pass the hole,
No hole to pass, no hole to fall into.
I realised my lost friends still lived within me, in my memories,
I no longer needed that hole to visit them.
The only way to be happy with myself and free is to fill that hole
completely – to move it.
My journey no longer takes me past that hole,
No temptation to fall, to trip.
The new journey has changed me on the outside,
But more importantly on the inside.
The new route is long and twisting but safe,
Always returning me to my real self.
My lost friends no longer live in that hole,
But by my side every day, helping me stay on my new journey.
I imagine one day in the future , that hole will find its way back into my path,
But I will be prepared,
I now have tools with me to help me over the hole,
Until it finally realises it will not win,
I will not return.
The Hole
Each day I thought “I must walk around that hole”.
I would set of full of hope, knowing where that hole would be,
But it wouldn’t go away, it would sit and wait.
No matter what I did I would eventually follow the path back to the hole,
Tripping over – falling head first into the pit, with no way back.
Each time I fell the hole got deeper and darker,
Sometimes I would get out of the hole and partly fill it,
Always to return and dig it deeper.
I made myself like that hole,
The deeper it got the more I lost myself within it.
I convinced myself I was happy in that hole,
The hole was safe, warm and became a friend.
I comforted myself thinking the friends I had lost were there deep in that hole.
Awakening one day a real friend asked if I would like to find a way outside,
A way that took me somewhere else,
A journey that did not pass the hole,
No hole to pass, no hole to fall into.
I realised my lost friends still lived within me, in my memories,
I no longer needed that hole to visit them.
The only way to be happy with myself and free is to fill that hole
completely – to move it.
My journey no longer takes me past that hole,
No temptation to fall, to trip.
The new journey has changed me on the outside,
But more importantly on the inside.
The new route is long and twisting but safe,
Always returning me to my real self.
My lost friends no longer live in that hole,
But by my side every day, helping me stay on my new journey.
I imagine one day in the future , that hole will find its way back into my path,
But I will be prepared,
I now have tools with me to help me over the hole,
Until it finally realises it will not win,
I will not return.
Isis
Ancient Egypt Nut!
Hi Ritat
This is an incredible poem. I related to so much of it myself and I truly thank you for posting it on here for us all to share.
Lacey...
PURPLE HATS
PURPLE HATS
In honour of women's history month and in memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer. Here is an angel sent to watch over you. Pass this on to five women that you want watched over. If you don't know five women to pass this on to, one will do just fine.
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
( written after she found out she was dying from cancer).
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my new clothes and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realised that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love you's." More "I'm sorry's."
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it . live it and never give it back.
Stop sweating the small stuff.
Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what.
Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.
Let's think about what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally.
PURPLE HATS
In honour of women's history month and in memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer. Here is an angel sent to watch over you. Pass this on to five women that you want watched over. If you don't know five women to pass this on to, one will do just fine.
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
( written after she found out she was dying from cancer).
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my new clothes and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realised that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love you's." More "I'm sorry's."
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it . live it and never give it back.
Stop sweating the small stuff.
Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what.
Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.
Let's think about what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally.
Isobel1965
Gold Member
Thank you for that, Mini - I needed to hear that today!
