Poetry Dedications...

[TheDR4KE]

Inspired by the Lit Radio - Dedication Hour musical dedication thread, here's a poetry thread. Found a nice poem in your old school books as you leafed through them while cleaning up? Got something you read in the poetry section of lit? Remind you of someone and you wish they'd read it? Go on ... you know you just needed a place to post it

Quack

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[TheDR4KE]

and to kick it off, some ee cummings

To perky:



i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
- e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
_____________________________ i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)








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[shyybabe]

For those feeling confused with a friendship:

My Friend

My friend must be a bird
Because he flies.
Mortal, my friend must be
Because he dies!
Barbs has he, like a bee.
Ah, curious friend.
Thou puzzlest me.

- Emily Dickinson

 

[TheDR4KE]

For those wanting to hold love, not knowing it is like holding water...



Give All to Love
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-fame,
Plans, credit and the Muse,
Nothing refuse.
'T is a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But it is a god,
Knows its own path
And the outlets of the sky.

It was never for the mean;
It requireth courage stout.
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending,
It will reward,
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.

Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,
Keep thee to-day,
To-morrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.

Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young,
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture's hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.

Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Though her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive;
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.

 

[Guest]

Life

LIFE, believe, is not a dream,
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day:
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
Oh, why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly.

What though death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away?
What though Sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell,
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfuly, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell dispair!

Charlotte Brontë

 

[TheDR4KE]

For the sunset thread.



Never Again The Same
- James Tate

Speaking of sunsets,
last night's was shocking.
I mean, sunsets aren't supposed to frighten you, are they?
Well, this one was terrifying.
Sure, it was beautiful, but far too beautiful.
It wasn't natural.
One climax followed another and then another
until your knees went weak
and you couldn't breathe.
The colors were definitely not of this world,
peaches dripping opium,
pandemonium of tangerines,
inferno of irises,
Plutonian emeralds,
all swirling and churning, swabbing,
like it was playing with us,
like we were nothing,
as if our whole lives were a preparation for this,
this for which nothing could have prepared us
and for which we could not have been less prepared.
The mockery of it all stung us bitterly.
And when it was finally over
we whimpered and cried and howled.
And then the streetlights came on as always
and we looked into one another's eyes--
ancient caves with still pools
and those little transparent fish
who have never seen even one ray of light.
And the calm that returned to us
was not even our own.

 

[celiaKitten]

Dream Deferred | Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over-
Like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load

Or does it explode?

 

[Guest]

This fits some of my mood this evening.,,

 

[Guest]

For freescorfr

 

[Guest]

For Dillinger

 

[Guest]

Another one for my best friend..

 

[Guest]

For my very best friend, Robin

 

[perks]

drake, and ty for mine

THE GODLIKE.

NOBLE be man,
Helpful and good!
For that alone
Distinguisheth him
From all the beings
Unto us known.

Hail to the beings,
Unknown and glorious,
Whom we forebode!
From his example
Learn we to know them!

For unfeeling
Nature is ever:
On bad and on good
The sun alike shineth;
And on the wicked,
As on the best,
The moon and stars gleam.

Tempest and torrent,
Thunder and hail,
Roar on their path,
Seizing the while,
As they haste onward,
One after another.

Even so, fortune
Gropes 'mid the throng--
Innocent boyhood's
Curly head seizing,--
Seizing the hoary
Head of the sinner.

After laws mighty,
Brazen, eternal,
Must all we mortals
Finish the circuit
Of our existence.

Man, and man only
Can do the impossible;
He 'tis distinguisheth,
Chooseth and judgeth;
He to the moment
Endurance can lend.

He and he only
The good can reward,
The bad can he punish,
Can heal and can save;
All that wanders and strays
Can usefully blend.
And we pay homage
To the immortals
As though they were men,
And did in the great,
What the best, in the small,
Does or might do.

Be the man that is noble,
Both helpful and good.
Unweariedly forming
The right and the useful,
A type of those beings
Our mind hath foreshadow'd!

 

[Guest]

For Morgy

The Little Ghost/ Edna St. Vincent Millay

I KNEW her for a little ghost
That in my garden walked; The wall is high -- higher than most --
And the green gate was locked.

And yet I did not think of that
Till after she was gone -- I knew her by the broad white hat,
All ruffled, she had on.

By the dear ruffles round her feet,
By her small hands that hung In their lace mitts, austere and sweet,
Her gown's white folds among.

I watched to see if she would stay,
What she would do -- and oh! She looked as if she liked the way
I let my garden grow!

She bent above my favourite mint
With conscious garden grace, She smiled and smiled -- there was no hint
Of sadness in her face.

She held her gown on either side
To let her slippers show, And up the walk she went with pride,
The way great ladies go.

And where the wall is built in new
And is of ivy bare She paused -- then opened and passed through
A gate that once was there.

 

[TheDR4KE]

to daughter/zawadi

from the Rubaiyat of Rumi, and knowing that you probably don't check this site all that much, particularly given the hackattack. Still, the poem is sent to you, at this time.

All the best, friend,

Drake





God only knows, I don't,
what keeps me laughing.

The stem of a flower
moves when the air moves.







.

 

[juicylips]

For the sunset thread.



Never Again The Same
- James Tate

Speaking of sunsets,
last night's was shocking.
I mean, sunsets aren't supposed to frighten you, are they?
Well, this one was terrifying.

<snip>

This is a terrific poem. Thanks for the link.
JL

 

[Summery]

~For some special friends~

Our Friendship
By Terry P. Barnes


Thank you for our friendship
For it means so much to me,
Your kindness and understanding
And loving ways you share so free.
Thank you for being beside me
When I needed someone that cared,
And thank you for all your loyalty
For the times together we shared.
Thank you for our friendship
For it's something even money can't buy,
Thank you for holding me tightly
When there was a need I had to cry.
Thank you for always smiling
When I couldn't smile at all,
And thank you for boosting my ego
For the times I felt so small.
Your friendship I cherish so deeply
So this message to you I send,
May the universe always watch over you
And may you always remain my friend...

 

[superlittlegirl]

Dedicated to A Boy Who Knows Who He Is

Mating Calls

It is not so much the song
Of the hump-backed whale, reaching
Throught a hundred miles of sea
To his love that strikes us. We
Can be heard farther than he.

It is not the albatross
Either, with its most strident voice
Promising the most tender
"Always" in tones of thunder.
Our vows may well go under.

Some kind of magpie keeps on
Singing, when his mate has gone,
Not only his notes but hers.
This moves us to pride and tears
That love should make us such bores.



--Patricia Beer, 1975

 

[APhil]

Sonnet XVII

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.


~Pablo Neruda

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

"Hellbound Train"

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author: Joe Lee Hopson

LL, I just love cowboy poetry, it always puts a smile on my face!

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

#119

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Shakespeare

 

[BigDawg69]

A Ghra

Thoir Dhomh Do Lamh
-- Iain Mac A' Ghobhainn

Thoir dhomh do làmh.
Tha am foghar air teachd.
Coisichidh sinn fo na craobhan
anns an aon solus
a tha singilte mar stàilinn.

Tha na craobhan gun chrùintean.
Tha iad air call an sìoda.
Dh' fhàg na banrighrean sinn.
Tha iad gun ghùintean,
rùisgte do 'n t-sitig.

Thoir dhomh do làmh.
Tha am fuachd air tighinn.
Fairichidh tu 'na do chnàmhan
crith an zero ud,
gath na rioghachd a dh'fhalbh.

Tha na craobhan mar thermometeran
deàlrach, fosgailte.
Chan fhaicear scùgh annta.
Tha an sùgh air cromadh
sios do'n talamh.

Thoir dhomh do làmh.
Tha sinn mar chloinn
arm an sgialachd aosda
a sgrìobh Hans Andersen
anns an fhoghar.

 

[stargirl32]

i dedicate this one to some one special...... asleep now ,, may he dream of me and wake up horny ,,,




Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port, --
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart!

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in Thee!
!

emily dickinson

 

[JennyOmanHill]

For Oman

NEVER HAVE I FALLEN

Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats within your chest

I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight

Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way
You hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away

- Rex A. Williams -

 

[Guest]