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Poetry and Verse

Postby Silverbullet on January 27th, 2012, 7:51 pm

I just love poetry and verse. It transcends across continent and culture because it speaks to the heart and can be healing and uplifting. It can also put into words feelings that are sometimes difficult to express. I would like to start this thread for anyone who wishes to express themselves with a favourite poem or verse.

My greatest wealth
Is the deep stillness
In which I strive and grow and win
What the world
Cannot take from me
With fire or sword.

Johan Wolfgang Von Goethe
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby wjjw on January 27th, 2012, 10:33 pm

THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL

by: Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

VITAL spark of heav'nly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
 
Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister Spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite?
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
 
The world recedes; it disappears!
Heav'n opens my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy victory?
O Death! where is thy sting?
A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, of the manifestations of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty, which are only accessible to our reason in their most elementary forms--Albert Einstein
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby Silverbullet on January 28th, 2012, 3:51 am

Rumi - Guest House

This being human is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby Shanny63 on January 28th, 2012, 4:48 am

i love this peom and i keep it in my wallet....great idea martin and nice to see u back and doing well...hugs shannon :D

Poet: C.W. Longenecker

If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don’t
If you like to win but think you can’t,
It's almost a cinch you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you're lost.
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will
It's all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are.
You've got to think high to rise.
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win the prize.

Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man.
But sooner or later, the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby Silverbullet on January 28th, 2012, 5:00 am

Nice one shannon :D
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby Silverbullet on January 28th, 2012, 9:08 am

My God, grant me the serenity

to accept the things

not in my power to change,


the courage to change

the things I can,


and the discernment to distinguish

between the two.
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby Silverbullet on January 28th, 2012, 3:56 pm

"A real friend sees the first tear, catches the second and prevent the third."
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby Shanny63 on January 29th, 2012, 3:19 am

Here is another favorite of mine....

When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And u want to smile but u have to sigh,
When care is pressing u down a bit- rest if must but don't u quit
Success is failure turned inside out-the silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And u never can tell how close u are, it maybe near when it seems afar
So stick to the fight when your hardest hit
Its when things seem worst that u must not quit!
:) :) :)
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby Silverbullet on January 29th, 2012, 4:48 am

Serenity
by Dena Martin


As I look
Beyond the ripples of my reflections
To examine my inner self;
The ripples begin to fade . . .
As the reflection lays beside me
Grasping my hand,
The inner warmth shields me
And the vision of my reflection appears
I see you. My Friend.
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby Silverbullet on January 29th, 2012, 5:49 am

The Joys of
Beating Myself Up


After all, I've been doing it for such a long time,
it must be fun, right? (Ouch!)

When I beat myself up:

…I get to feel depressed, anxious, and worthless all at the same time. Wow! THREE emotions for the price of one! Very economical...

…I pay attention and focus on events and situations that no one else thought were very important. By deliberately noticing all the little "mistakes" I make, I create my own "Hell" all around me and get a chance to live in my own little world of pain and misery.

…I'm only listening to ANTs thoughts, and I have found them to be very "truthful" and "accurate". By continuing to beat myself up, I am guaranteeing that my ANTs thoughts and feelings will always rule my life.

…I reinforce the absolute fact that I am a failure, a loser, no good, and have nothing to offer anyone at any time. This fuels my anxiety and my deepest depression. It will mess up my life for good, and insure that I do not have a future.

…I know I will continue to see things in the way the ANTs want me to see them … inaccurately, irrationally, and skewed to the negative. This is exciting … maybe I can be known as the "most depressing person on the face of the planet" if I keep this up.

…I will not be allowing rational, accurate, and healthy thoughts to enter my mind. By beating myself up, I can keep these nasty rational thoughts away forever. I am learning to love anxiety, depression, fear, worthlessness, hopelessness, and failure.

Now, let's see... what are some other ways I can beat myself up?
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby Silverbullet on January 30th, 2012, 2:17 pm

EXORCISE MY GHOST
A Poem by DEAN FARNELL

I'M CALLING IN THE VICAR
THE ATMOSPHERE HAS CHANGED
I GO TO BED, WITH A THUMPING HEAD
THERE'S SOMETHING HERE THAT'S STRANGE.

THERE IS NO DOUBT ABOUT IT
THE APPARITIONS HERE
OH VICAR PLEASE, I'M ON MY KNEES
I NEVER FELT SUCH FEAR.

FOR WEEKS IV'E SEEN THIS IMAGE
IT SPEAKS TO ME AROUND 10
IT SPEAKS TO ME, AROUND HALF PAST 3
NOW IT'S BUGGING ME AGAIN.

YOUR EXORCISING POWERS
THEY'LL NEED TO BE THE BEST
BRING ALL YOUR CROSSES, I'LL CUT MY LOSSES
AS I REALLY NEED SOME REST.

IF YOU CAN'T DO THIS FAVOUR
I WILL COME TO CHURCH EACH DAY
I'D TAKE MY SNOOZE, ON YOUR PEWS
WHERE THE GHOSTS WILL KEEP AWAY
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby Silverbullet on January 31st, 2012, 3:11 am

The Best of Friends
by Wendy Hinson


The best of friends,
Can change a frown,
Into a smile,
when you feel down.

The best of friends,
Will understand,
Your little trials,
And lend a hand.

The best of friends,
Will always share,
Your secret dreams,
Because they care.

The best of friends,
Worth more than gold,
Give all the love,
A heart can hold.
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby Silverbullet on January 31st, 2012, 3:10 pm

I AM


Ways to Generate Love

I am free,
like an angel,
and take on many forms

I laugh and I listen
I am never far away
I am never gone at all

I am a friend,
a good book,
or a pink and golden sunset

I am a mothers touch
and a fathers
helping hand

You know me
because
I am you

You are me
through
and through

I am unconditional love
and you
are too!
John T. Goltz
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby Silverbullet on February 2nd, 2012, 11:10 am

When I awoke this morning when all good things are born

A robin perched upon my sill to welcome in the dawn

It was gay young and fragile and sweetly did it sing

Sweet thoughts of joy and happiness into my heart did spring

I sweetly smiled at the robin’s song and leaning from my bed

I gently closed the window and crushed it’s frigging head!!!

By Martin
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Re: Poetry and Verse

Postby Silverbullet on February 4th, 2012, 5:09 pm

Something


And so it came to be
this isolation that I am
I can only look to me
to find the way it all began -
this confusion, constant
hunger for something more than this
I strive to find this being
that I envision, yet seem to miss.
Could it be that I am empty-
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending Something
that I am living deep inside,
depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide

by Raquel
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