: Poetry By the Fire Side



sven914
10-28-09, 05:34 PM
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Silent Stream
By: Sven Smentkowski


Oh silent stream, what secrets might you hold,
___Of quiet summers and frigid winter.
Of peaceful autumns and springs, or perhaps mans bloody conquest.
___If only your secrets, you could tell.

Oh tell of what the world was in the days of old.
___Tell of the many creatures in the woodland.
Oh what a crisp and pristine land it might have been.
___If only your secrets, you could tell.

Oh what was the world like before man came so bold?
___Before the trees were gone,
And long before the animals left for better homes.
___If only your secrets, you could tell.

Oh but now you are decrepit and old.
___Your banks are bare of their trees,
And the animals no longer come around.
___If only your secrets, you could tell.

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Post your own poetry or post poems written by others; it does not matter.

bierman.d
10-29-09, 11:33 PM
You wrote that?
Very good!

sven914
10-31-09, 04:38 PM
You wrote that?
Very good!

Thank you.

It's been published by the International Library of Poetry.
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Annabel Lee
by: Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the side of the sea.

93DevilleUSMC
11-01-09, 12:13 PM
Invictus by William Ernest Henley.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbow'd.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

sven914
11-03-09, 09:01 PM
^ Nice. Something that speaks the truth about how we control our own fate, despite all odds. "Invictus" was written while Henley was recovering after having his leg amputated, because of a tubercular infection in the bone.

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Margaritae Sorori
-William Ernest Henley

A LATE lark twitters from the quiet skies:
And from the west,
Where the sun, his day's work ended,
Lingers as in content,
There falls on the old, gray city
An influence luminous and serene,
A shining peace.

The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun,
Closing his benediction,
Sinks, and the darkening air
Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night--
Night with her train of stars
And her great gift of sleep.

So be my passing!
My task accomplish'd and the long day done,
My wages taken, and in my heart
Some late lark singing,
Let me be gather'd to the quiet west,
The sundown splendid and serene,
Death.

the recluse
11-03-09, 09:59 PM
There once was a woman from Nantucket...

TomDeville
11-03-09, 11:26 PM
Roses are reddish;
lonely balls are quite
blueish.
If it wasn't for Christmas;
we all would be Jewish.

Kindest Regards,

TomDeville
:cool2:

RightTurn
11-04-09, 12:22 AM
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ga_etc
11-04-09, 12:42 AM
Space

So vast.
Is this what it was like in the past?
At night when it's dark and clear
you can look up and see for miles and miles.
Perpetual darkness speckled with stars.
Serene and beautiful and simple.
Who would have thought that something so calm and peaceful could hold
your attention for so long?
Look to the heavens on a clear night and enjoy the beauty of the
vastness.
You get lost in thought and caught up in the awe and somehow all your
troubles seem to drift away.

Into the Darkness

I wander alone with no direction.
I don't know which way to go until something sparks my curiosity.
There is something lurking in the darkness ahead of me.
I head into the unknown.
The object that I am after seems to stay one step ahead of me.
I quicken my pace but I still can't reach the object of my pursuit.
I come into a new light and I still haven't gotten what I was after,
but now I am in a place that I never would have found
had I not wandered into the darkness.

93DevilleUSMC
11-04-09, 07:34 PM
Very nice! Now, what does Margaritae Sorori translate to in English?


^ Nice. Something that speaks the truth about how we control our own fate, despite all odds. "Invictus" was written while Henley was recovering after having his leg amputated, because of a tubercular infection in the bone.

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Margaritae Sorori
-William Ernest Henley

A LATE lark twitters from the quiet skies:
And from the west,
Where the sun, his day's work ended,
Lingers as in content,
There falls on the old, gray city
An influence luminous and serene,
A shining peace.

The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun,
Closing his benediction,
Sinks, and the darkening air
Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night--
Night with her train of stars
And her great gift of sleep.

So be my passing!
My task accomplish'd and the long day done,
My wages taken, and in my heart
Some late lark singing,
Let me be gather'd to the quiet west,
The sundown splendid and serene,
Death.

EcSTSatic
11-04-09, 08:51 PM
^ Nice. Something that speaks the truth about how we control our own fate, despite all odds. "Invictus" was written while Henley was recovering after having his leg amputated, because of a tubercular infection in the bone.

How does recovering from a leg amputation after a tubercular infection affirm we are masters of our own fates? He was fortunate that a surgeon was able to save, or at least prolong his life.
I'll take what comes at me, make the best choice I can and pray it was the right one. I'm too humble to claim I can master my fate. If anything I'm an amateur.

The Tony Show
11-05-09, 05:14 PM
Woman



Woe man



Whoa man



She was a thief
You gotta believe



She stole my heart and my cat



Betty



Judy



Josie and those hot *****cats



They make me horny
Saturday morny



Girls of cartoons
Won't leave me in ruins



I want to be Betty's Barney



Hey, Jane, get me off
This crazy thing...



... called love

CIWS
11-05-09, 05:23 PM
Roses are reddish;
lonely balls are quite
blueish.
If it wasn't for Christmas;
we all would be Jewish.

Kindest Regards,

TomDeville
:cool2:

:yeah: is what I think too.

But I'm not a poet, how about you ?

sven914
11-06-09, 12:56 AM
The Goat Howls at the Purple Sun
By: Sven Smentkowski

There are pigeons outside the window,
But the grass is still green,
Because the pizza-man kneads the soft dough.

The police like to make a scene,
Even though the park is filled with bees,
They tell me I take too much caffeine.

I once said I could kill with ease.
We all think a man must be insane,
Just to kill for his please.

What is it with the lion’s mane,
That seems the origin of sin,
Or the worst of the human bane?

I see into your heart of tin,
Through your eyes that I look,
And into the depths of you within.

Could we not have written in the book?
Shortly the machines will rise,
But life will go on by the brook.

I remember her only for her eyes;
Eyes of the most learned wise sage.
A piece of me once lived but it all dies.

Surly we all be passed by age,
And have nothing for it but life.
The world still revolves around the timeless gauge.

Who has only been known by the blunt they siph?
Or by their misdeeds so done?
Or as dead to the sword or knife?

They will not allow me the pleasure of the run
Because the goat howls at the purple sun.

sven914
11-06-09, 01:05 AM
I'll take what comes at me, make the best choice I can and pray it was the right one. I'm too humble to claim I can master my fate. If anything I'm an amateur.


You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill.
I will choose a path that's clear,
I will choose freewill.
-RUSH



Now, what does Margaritae Sorori translate to in English?

I believe it is Latin for "Of Margaret's sister"

EcSTSatic
11-06-09, 08:15 AM
I am all for free will but it's a far cry from mastering anything.
In the words of the poet: "S**t Happens"

sven914
11-07-09, 02:33 PM
Cease To Exist
-Charles Manson

Pretty girl, pretty, pretty girl
Cease to Exist
Just come and say you love me
Give up your world
C'mon you can see
I'm your kind, I'm your kind
You can see
Walk on, walk on
I love you pretty girl
My life is yours and
You can have my world
Never had a lesson
I ever learned
But I know we all get our turn
I love you
Submission is a gift
Go on, give it to your brother
Love and understanding is for one another
I'm your kind, I'm your kind
I'm your mind
I'm your brother
I never had a lesson I ever learned
But I know we all get our turn
And I love you
Never learned not to love you
I never learned


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The Tony Show
11-09-09, 04:49 PM
Manson? Classy.

:rolleyes:

sven914
11-09-09, 08:14 PM
Manson? Classy.

:rolleyes:

Nothin says insane like salad dressing.


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"Salad's Natural,
Murder's natural too.
Nothing more natural,
than stinkin a knife in you."