oh! that mystic moon
appearing as a prophet of love
guiding me through this turbulent world
oh! that mystic moon
appearing as a prophet of love
guiding me through this turbulent world
nice poem
well-written
making me wish
I was smitten
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Leaves of gold
Covered my cold grave
With promise of the spring-time
Soon to come.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
What hangs in the balance
but levity
the lighter, the better.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Running Out of Esteem
It’s a lie that liquid courage flows
With whiskey, ale, and port.
Why can’t they bottle confidence
and sell it by the quart?
hungry eyes
profiles of slow memories
wasting space
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Everytime I dream of you,
I almost wake up to hold your hand
...someday I would do it before you go
Hippocampus
bred in the bone
or
bred in the blood,
loved by the son
or
lost to the sea,
pearl of the Muses
or
quarry of the Naiads,
shrill of the Trident
or
quest of Diana.
Pegasus --
client or suppliant?
For just a parquet rivulet.
Last edited by alakungfu; 06-12-2009 at 02:40 PM.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Future time travel --
Traffic slate --
Past-times
Then substantiate . . .
Revelations
Denigrate;
Prepubescence
Spurns its fate.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
: am I
Last edited by alakungfu; 07-22-2009 at 01:03 PM.
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
She lied that she loved me,
She lied to you, too
And we had what each other wanted.
No Show
For years I hung
around by the door,
as cobwebs clung
from ceiling to floor.
All stayed the same
through lures and strange stunts.
the knock never came –
not even once.
very sad poem, Aunt. Are you okay?
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When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones.
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The clock ticking on the wall
endless circles similar to those
made by a pebble flicked into a lonely pond,
without meaning,
time,
counting down..
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This reminds me of the beautiful image near the close of Pope's immortal poem, "An Essay on Man."Originally Posted by balehead
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