http://www.online-literature.com/forums/ The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Wed, 16 May 2012 11:30:24 GMT vBulletin 1 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg http://www.online-literature.com/forums/ http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69174&goto=newpost Wed, 16 May 2012 11:28:03 GMT lists one or two things you would not have in your ideal world:biggrin5: religions ... lists one or two things you would not have in your ideal world:biggrin5:




religions
politics ]]> General Chat cacian http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69174 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69173&goto=newpost Wed, 16 May 2012 10:23:57 GMT I have the curiosity to know it. I am not opposing the decision of the administrator here but I... I have the curiosity to know it. I am not opposing the decision of the administrator here but I often think literature and political thought have a close affiliation, and of course politics has been many a time parts and parcels of literary thought. Man himself is a political animal and of course politics has lost its image because of some political crooks –some leaders.

I am afraid whether thi ]]> General Chat osho http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69173 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69172&goto=newpost Wed, 16 May 2012 07:50:11 GMT THE SEASONS COME AND GO - SPRING The seasons come and go Almost monotonous I know One after... THE SEASONS COME AND GO - SPRING

The seasons come and go
Almost monotonous I know
One after another, as planned
Like the sweep of a clock hand
Each season reminding us all
That from winter to the fall
Is yet another year slipped by
A step closer to when we die
A depressing thought I know
But let the seasons come and go
For I think it would be a crime
If their was to be no springtime
]]> Personal Poetry Biggus http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69172 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69171&goto=newpost Wed, 16 May 2012 07:10:33 GMT Aphorism #6 A Man at his Highest Point. We are not born perfect: every day we develop in our... Aphorism #6 A Man at his Highest Point.

We are not born perfect: every day we develop in our personality and in our calling till we reach the highest point of our completed being, to the full round of our accomplishments, of our excellences. This is known by thepurity of our taste, the clearness of our thought, the maturity of our judgment, and the firmness of our will. Some never arrive at being ]]> Admin http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69171 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69170&goto=newpost Wed, 16 May 2012 07:08:44 GMT [B]This year I went to the International Book Exhibition in Tehran for two times. In children section I was searching for some books for my nieces, when I got the sight of some awful parody which, in my opinion, was not a parody but a real case of plagiarism and a shameful lie. I got the book to improve some facts for myself and erase this black spot from the invaluable body and history of Persian ]]> Philosophical Literature minamina http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69170 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69169&goto=newpost Wed, 16 May 2012 05:56:23 GMT My sweetened voice, my begging Between your moans, my gasps On your thick palms, my fingers... My sweetened voice, my begging
Between your moans, my gasps
On your thick palms, my fingers
Just below your pretending ears
By the wet collar of my dress,
Floral pink, unbuttoned, torn,
Are my shy words, the whispers
Staining bed sheets and pillows
Filling the walls, the plaster room
With heat warming you, my belly
And boiling the steam we speak,
You find on my welcoming bosom,
I taste ]]> Personal Poetry miyako73 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69169 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69168&goto=newpost Wed, 16 May 2012 04:49:20 GMT When your body is plastered against the glass during my force of passion, propelling through... When your body
is plastered against the glass
during my force of passion,
propelling through tunnels,
rocketing across bridges,
igniting zenith sparks
along my inflamed carriage.
When you peel yourself
from the screen of my energy,
steaming, rattled.
When I have been derailed,
the furnace handle still hot
and I puff, 'choo choo'
then you can be the driver. ]]> Personal Poetry Delta40 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69168 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69167&goto=newpost Wed, 16 May 2012 02:39:28 GMT It really is. (http://www.tattoosnob.com/2010/10/05/love-for-rembrandt/) It really is. ]]> General Chat Mutatis-Mutandis http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69167 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69166&goto=newpost Wed, 16 May 2012 02:07:10 GMT [I][FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="2"]I write not to plead a case
For God's case needs no pleading.
God gave us life,
That all shall see
His very creation before thee.

Thus it is written,
"God, who at sundry times and in divers manners
Spoke in time past unto the fathers by the prophets,"
That all shall live who hear the Word
And carry it in their heart.

For God is the Author of life! ]]> Personal Poetry ShadowsCool http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69166 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69165&goto=newpost Wed, 16 May 2012 02:01:25 GMT Why is the unresolved word nothing will make it cease, it insists that we press on. Why oh... Why is the unresolved word
nothing will make it cease,
it insists that we press on.

Why oh why!
we scream out in despair

Life cycles us
and hopelessness
is the bottom of the barrel

There is so much more
to rise up to.
Why.....

Kittypaws ]]> Personal Poetry kittypaws http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69165 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69164&goto=newpost Tue, 15 May 2012 22:48:38 GMT You wriggle and invade, and struggle as I might, I cannot expel you from my brain because I am... You wriggle and invade,
and struggle as I might,
I cannot expel you from my brain
because I am weak.
You burrow deep,
leave your bait,
and, like a fool,
I take it,
again,
and again,
and again.
Nothing works against the worm
because I am weak.
"Ignore" stares at me,
glowing on the screen,
taunting me to see what's
hidden.
A vow I make;
no longer will this worm
goad me.
But here I am,
again,
becaus ]]> Personal Poetry Mutatis-Mutandis http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69164 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69163&goto=newpost Tue, 15 May 2012 21:07:49 GMT Mistaking the sea for a pond, You stoutly walk on the shore, dune-like after many storms, Whose... Mistaking the sea for a pond,
You stoutly walk on the shore,
dune-like after many storms,
Whose sand bury the prints
Of your excited hopping feet.

The gushes of the North wind
Push you towards the waves
Already receding at midday
Like a lover feigning shyness
Whose retreat is a conquest.

You run after the bubbling sea
And let its bubbles catch you
As the thick puffs of May air
Fill your lung ]]> Personal Poetry miyako73 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69163 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69162&goto=newpost Tue, 15 May 2012 18:49:27 GMT Could diamond with sixty faces, sought,
Secure a place on the historic throne?
A nation's royal elegy is caught
In open hand of history and shown
To all- remote, indifferent audience
While to recumbent Queen sleep offers dreams.
A postman gathers mail- faces commence
Into a royal dream connecting seams
Of royal narrative, letters arrive
On doormats, bearing stamps with Queenly head.
She ]]> Personal Poetry whitman http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69162 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69161&goto=newpost Tue, 15 May 2012 18:49:26 GMT Close Encounter by Steven Hunley Outside the train, things whipped by as fast as the thoughts... Close Encounter
by
Steven Hunley

Outside the train, things whipped by as fast as the thoughts racing through his brain.

“What will she think of me? Will I be all right? Do I look OK? What is she gonna think?”

Rows of naked almond trees, stacks of white beehives. Whip.

Proud horses standing like bronze statues in their corrals. Whip.

Flocks of snowy egrets making wing ]]> Short Story Sharing Steven Hunley http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69161 http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=69160&goto=newpost Tue, 15 May 2012 18:40:46 GMT This year I went to the International Book Exhibition in Tehran for two times. In children section... This year I went to the International Book Exhibition in Tehran for two times. In children section I was searching for some books for my nieces, when I got the sight of some awful parody which, in my opinion, was not a parody but a real case of plagiarism and a shameful lie. I got the book to improve some facts for myself and.....

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