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Anybody else write poesy for their sentimental journey?
 
I avoid it basically because it seems a needless indulgence. Poetry should be beautiful on its own terms without resort to devices that would cheapen it by categorizing it.
 
deaftears said:
I avoid it basically because it seems a needless indulgence. Poetry should be beautiful on its own terms without resort to devices that would cheapen it by categorizing it.
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So why don't you post some of your favorite poems by Peter Gabriel?
 
I'm a goody two-shoes who the 60's had the effect of making a little bit warped. I'm not lying about what Peter Gabriel did so I don't want to encourage them. It's too serious.
 
deaftears said:
I'm a goody two-shoes who the 60's had the effect of making a little bit warped. I'm not lying about what Peter Gabriel did so I don't want to encourage them. It's too serious.
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Give us all a break....:roll:
 
just keep reporting him that he's causing you anxiety, grief, mental instability, etc.
 
I love to read poetry. Some of my favorite is Walt Whitman, William wordswoth, Edgar Allan Poe, Anne Bradstreet, just to name a few :)
 
BrittBritt said:
I love to read poetry. Some of my favorite is Walt Whitman, William wordswoth, Edgar Allan Poe, Anne Bradstreet, just to name a few :)
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Hehe, yeah, The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe is my favorite.

Robert Browning, Josef Skvorecky, Pablo Neruda, Margaret Atwood, Frost, Lee, Schnackenberg, McHugh, Yeats and too many others to list here.
 
I do love to write, however, I don't write poetry. I write very long boring essays using critical theory to analyze other people's amazing literature ;) but I love that I get to read and discuss poetry and literature for a living :D
 
To be or not to be....

that's the only poem I know
 
BrittBritt said:
I do love to write, however, I don't write poetry. I write very long boring essays using critical theory to analyze other people's amazing literature ;) but I love that I get to read and discuss poetry and literature for a living :D
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Wanna hear one about "brown water?"
 
I’ve loved poetry all my life and have too many favorites to mention but two poems stand out….



[FONT=&quot]Early Supper[/FONT][FONT=&quot]
By Barbara Howes

Laughter of the children brings
The kitchen down with laughter.
While the old kettle sings
Laughter of children brings
To a boil all savory things.
Higher than beam or rafter,
Laughter of the children brings
The kitchen down with laughter.

So ends an autumn day,
Light ripples on the ceiling,
Dishes are stacked away;
So ends an autumn day,
The children jog and sway
In comic dances wheeling.
So ends an autumn day,
Light ripples on the ceiling.

They trail upstairs to bed,
And night is a dark tower.
The kettle calls; instead
They trail upstairs to bed,
Leaving warmth, the coppery-red
Mood of their carnival hour.
They trail upstairs to bed,
And night is a dark tower.[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]Acquainted with the Night[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot][/FONT][FONT=&quot] by Robert Frost[/FONT]
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[FONT=&quot]I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night. [/FONT]
 
Hmmm..

When Death Comes
by Mary Oliver

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
 
Lukin said:
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
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One of the most powerful endings I've read in quite a while and a good motto to live by. Thanks for sharing it....

Laura
 
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