The Poem thread

[Contratrombone64]

Since Margaret shared with us some lovely poetry ... I was going to add to it, but decided it needed its own home, perhaps?

anyway - here's a start

FOOL'S MONEY BAGS

Outside the long window,
With his head on the stone sill,
The dog is lying,
Gazing at his Beloved.
His eyes are wet and urgent,
And his body is taut and shaking.
It is cold on the terrace;
A pale wind licks along the stone slabs,
But the dog gazes through the glass
And is content.

The Beloved is writing a letter.
Occasionally she speaks to the dog,
But she is thinking of her writing.
Does she, too, give her devotion to one
Not worthy?

Amy Lowell

[methodistgirl]

I have a poem from the bible.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily
angered, it keeps no records of wrong. Love does not delight in
evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where
there are prophecies, they will cease; where there is knowledge,
it will pass away. -I Cor.13:4-8
judy tooley

[marval]

Hi CT

This is a nice idea.

I like your poem, and I like yours from the bible Judy.


Margaret

[marval]

Here's a little one I wrote.


In the sky A rainbow
Colours pale and bright
Meeting rain with sunshine
Waiting for the night

In the distance thunder
Lightning cascading down
Animals are scurrying
In countryside and town

God is in his heaven
The world is now asleep
Children dreaming happy thoughts
Their safety parents keep

In the morning sunrise
Dew upon the flowers
People with their schedules
While away the hours

[Contratrombone64]

Oh Margaret - that's lovely, thanks for sharing it with us. Brava!

[marval]

Thanks CT


Margaret

[marval]

The Tiger and the Zebra

The tiger phoned the zebra
and invited him to dine
he said if you could join me
that would simply be divine.
The zebra said I thank you
but respectfully decline
I heard you ate the antelope
he was a friend of mine.

on hearing this the tiger cried
I must admit it's true
I also ate the buffalo
the llama and the gnu
and yes I ate the warthog
the gazelle and kangaroo
but I could never eat a creature
as beautiful as you.

You see I have a secret
I'm embarrassed to confide
I look on you with envy
and a modicum of pride
of all the creatures ever known
the tiger gently sighed
it seems we are the only two
with such a stripy hide.

Now seeing how we share this
strong resemblance of the skin
I only can conclude that we are
just as close as kin
this means you are my brother
and, though fearsome,I have been
I could not eat my brother
that would surely be a sin.

The zebra thought, and then replied
I'm certain you are right
the stripy coats we both possess
are such a handsome sight
my brother, will you let me
reconsider if I might?
my calendar is empty so
please let us dine tonight.

The tiger met the zebra in
his brand-new fancy car
and drove him to a restaurant
which wasn't very far
and when they both were seated
at a table near the bar
the zebra asked what's on the grill?
the tiger said you are.

But please, you cannot dine on me
the outraged zebra cried
to cook me up and eat me
is a thing I can't abide
you asked me for your trust
and I unwarily complied
you said you could not eat me
now you plan to have me fried.

And what about the envy
and the modicum of pride
and what of us as brothers
since we share a stripy hide?
I'm sorry, said the tiger
and he smiled as he replied
but I love the taste of zebra
so, in other words, I lied.


Kenn Nesbitt

[methodistgirl]

Cold hearted orb that rules the night
removes the colour from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow's white.
Who desides which is right.
and which is an illusion? - The Moody Blues Days of Future Passed
judy tooley

[marval]

Hi Judy

I like that, very thoughtful.


Margaret

[Contratrombone64]

Judy, love your little poem

Margaret - must read some more of Nesbitt I think...

Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,
Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,
Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,
But perfect-coloured without white or red.
And her lips opened amorously, and said--
I wist not what, saving one word--Delight.
And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to mine eyes;
The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire,
The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire

Swinburn (1837-1909)

[marval]

I've invented a new word
It's fun and it's free
A four lettered miracle
As soon you will see

You can use it in private
Or tell all your friends
It's not overbearing
It never condescends

This one single syllable
Will change your whole life
Make you very popular
Get you a new wife

People will flock to you
Just to hear this new word
You'll be revered and honoured
Whenever it's heard

You'll never be poor again
For people will pay
To listen to you
And the word that you say

It will elate you, amuse you
Enchant and beguile
Learn it and you'll have
A PERMANENT smile

It's funny, it's wonderful
You'll never look back
This one, single word
Will give you all that you lack

So now, it's time to reveal it
Ready or not
My new word is...
Oh ****** I forgot


Paul Bearer

[methodistgirl]

I have been reading up on the Mayan people of Mexico and Central
America. Since I witnessed an earthquake. I realized how we do
need to get in touch with God and nature. So I do have a poem that
I'm making up. Here goes!

Earth is in motion.
This world is in need of our help.
People need to help one another.
We need this old world to keep us alive
We need God to keep our faith alive.
This old world shook in a diverse place.
It made headlines.
We need to make peace in more ways than one.
First with God, then mankind,
And to Mother Earth herself.
If we want that to happen,
we need to change our ways;
to keep earth in motion
judy tooley

[marval]

Hi Judy

That is lovely, very true

Well done


Margaret

[marval]

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


By William Wordswoth (1770-1850).

[Contratrombone64]

Ah Margaret, Wordsworth is a fine poet, for sure.