The Poem thread
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marval
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I couldn't resist another John Betjeman one.
How to get on in society.
Phone for the fish knives, Norman
As cook is a little unnerved;
You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes
And I must have things daintily served.
Are the requisites all in the toilet?
The frills round the cutlets can wait
Till the girl has replenished the cruets
And switched on the logs in the grate.
It's ever so close in the lounge dear,
But the vestibule's comfy for tea
And Howard is riding on horseback
So do come and take some with me
Now here is a fork for your pastries
And do use the couch for your feet;
I know that I wanted to ask you-
Is trifle sufficient for sweet?
Milk and then just as it comes dear?
I'm afraid the preserve's full of stones;
Beg pardon, I'm soiling the doileys
With afternoon tea-cakes and scones.
How to get on in society.
Phone for the fish knives, Norman
As cook is a little unnerved;
You kiddies have crumpled the serviettes
And I must have things daintily served.
Are the requisites all in the toilet?
The frills round the cutlets can wait
Till the girl has replenished the cruets
And switched on the logs in the grate.
It's ever so close in the lounge dear,
But the vestibule's comfy for tea
And Howard is riding on horseback
So do come and take some with me
Now here is a fork for your pastries
And do use the couch for your feet;
I know that I wanted to ask you-
Is trifle sufficient for sweet?
Milk and then just as it comes dear?
I'm afraid the preserve's full of stones;
Beg pardon, I'm soiling the doileys
With afternoon tea-cakes and scones.
Contratrombone64
Admiral of Fugues
he's quirky ... must be British ...
marval
New member
Here is a poem for all those with love in your heart.
First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
John Clare
First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
John Clare
methodistgirl
New member
Come and listen into the radio station where the mighty host of heaven sing.
Turn your radio on. Turn your radio on.
If you want to hear the songs of Zion coming from the land of heaven's ring
Get in touch with God. Turn your radio on.
Turn the radio on and listen to the music in the air.
Turn the radio on for there's glory to share.
Turn your lights down low and listen to the Master's radio.
Get in touch with God. Turn your radio on.
(Albert Brumley)
judy tooley
Turn your radio on. Turn your radio on.
If you want to hear the songs of Zion coming from the land of heaven's ring
Get in touch with God. Turn your radio on.
Turn the radio on and listen to the music in the air.
Turn the radio on for there's glory to share.
Turn your lights down low and listen to the Master's radio.
Get in touch with God. Turn your radio on.
(Albert Brumley)
judy tooley
Corno Dolce
Admiral Honkenwheezenpooferspieler
One night in God's garden
A small bird sat alone,
With seeds of discord sown;
He would offer the blooms no serenade,
Disdainfully he viewed the games they played
With scent and hue - their joyful abandon,
He thought love a ridiculous burden.
But this evening was filled with enchantment
a new queen had been crowned,
A rose of great renown
Whose velvety petals of purest white
Drove the haughty bird to flight;
And the song that had been so long unspent
Reached God's ears - melodic Sacrament.
Among her soft petals with wings outspread
His love he did confess,
With song and sweet caress;
Yet in the joy of his recovered grace
A thorn pierced his heart - oh bitter embrace!
The garden fell silent, the bird was dead;
And the queen was crimson where he had bled.
Thousands of sighs toward Heaven did sail,
The sad wistful refrain
Of tragic loss and pain;
So fleeting the joy - so deep the regret,
That God decreed, lest no one forget
When a red rose is cut you first hear a wail,
Then the bittersweet song of the Nightingale.
-Anonymous-
A small bird sat alone,
With seeds of discord sown;
He would offer the blooms no serenade,
Disdainfully he viewed the games they played
With scent and hue - their joyful abandon,
He thought love a ridiculous burden.
But this evening was filled with enchantment
a new queen had been crowned,
A rose of great renown
Whose velvety petals of purest white
Drove the haughty bird to flight;
And the song that had been so long unspent
Reached God's ears - melodic Sacrament.
Among her soft petals with wings outspread
His love he did confess,
With song and sweet caress;
Yet in the joy of his recovered grace
A thorn pierced his heart - oh bitter embrace!
The garden fell silent, the bird was dead;
And the queen was crimson where he had bled.
Thousands of sighs toward Heaven did sail,
The sad wistful refrain
Of tragic loss and pain;
So fleeting the joy - so deep the regret,
That God decreed, lest no one forget
When a red rose is cut you first hear a wail,
Then the bittersweet song of the Nightingale.
-Anonymous-
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marval
New member
TheLamb
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
William Blake
Corno Dolce
Admiral Honkenwheezenpooferspieler
Aloha Dame Margaret,
The poetry of William Blake is very evocative.
Cheerio,
CD
The poetry of William Blake is very evocative.
Cheerio,
CD
marval
New member
My Elephant is Missing
I cannot find my elephant.
He must have run away.
He isn't on the sofa
where he promised he would stay.
I've looked around the living room,
the kitchen and the hall.
My elephant is missing
and I'm not sure who to call.
I'll need to get a bloodhound
who can track him by his scent,
or hire a house detective
to discover where he went.
He isn't in the basement
or the attic or the yard.
You'd think, to find an elephant
would not be quite so hard.
Perhaps I'll make some posters,
and I'll offer a reward.
I'd make it more, but fifty cents
is all I can afford.
If you should see my elephant,
he answers to "Jerome.
"Please tell him that I miss him
and I wish he'd come back home.
He knows the way. It's up the street
and down our garden path.
And next time I won't warn him
when it's time to take his bath.
Kenn Nesbitt
I cannot find my elephant.
He must have run away.
He isn't on the sofa
where he promised he would stay.
I've looked around the living room,
the kitchen and the hall.
My elephant is missing
and I'm not sure who to call.
I'll need to get a bloodhound
who can track him by his scent,
or hire a house detective
to discover where he went.
He isn't in the basement
or the attic or the yard.
You'd think, to find an elephant
would not be quite so hard.
Perhaps I'll make some posters,
and I'll offer a reward.
I'd make it more, but fifty cents
is all I can afford.
If you should see my elephant,
he answers to "Jerome.
"Please tell him that I miss him
and I wish he'd come back home.
He knows the way. It's up the street
and down our garden path.
And next time I won't warn him
when it's time to take his bath.
Kenn Nesbitt
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methodistgirl
New member
Pretty amazing grace is what you showed me.
Pretty amazing grace is who you are.
I was an empty vessel, You filled me up inside.
And with amazing grace restored my pride.
Pretty amazing grace is how you saved me,
and with amazing grace reclaimed my heart.
Love in the midst of chaos, calm in the time of war.
Showed with amazing grace what love was for.
You forgave my insensitivity and
My attempt to then mislead you.
You stood a wretch like me.
Pretty amazing grace was all I needed.
Stumbled inside the doorway of your chapel.
Humbled and awed by everything I found.
Beauty and love surround me.
Freed me from what I feared.
Asked for amazing grace and you appeared.
You overcame my loss of hope and faith.
Gave me a truth I could believe in.
You led me to a higher place.
Showed me your amazing grace was all I needed.
(Neil Diamond)
judy tooley
Pretty amazing grace is who you are.
I was an empty vessel, You filled me up inside.
And with amazing grace restored my pride.
Pretty amazing grace is how you saved me,
and with amazing grace reclaimed my heart.
Love in the midst of chaos, calm in the time of war.
Showed with amazing grace what love was for.
You forgave my insensitivity and
My attempt to then mislead you.
You stood a wretch like me.
Pretty amazing grace was all I needed.
Stumbled inside the doorway of your chapel.
Humbled and awed by everything I found.
Beauty and love surround me.
Freed me from what I feared.
Asked for amazing grace and you appeared.
You overcame my loss of hope and faith.
Gave me a truth I could believe in.
You led me to a higher place.
Showed me your amazing grace was all I needed.
(Neil Diamond)
judy tooley
marval
New member
On the road
My friend, the traveler
Remember
We are here,
Hidden under various disguises,
Posted
As guards, guides and companions
Along your life's journey,
Waiting
To give you assistance
To extend a helping hand
To provide succor.
We are
But a reflection of your virtues
Manifesting in time
Of necessity.
Savings
Placed by your forgotten
Selfless deeds
In the inexhaustible
Divine
Treasure-house.
Yours for the taking
When the need arises.
We are
The friend
Of friends
Whose face is always hidden
Yet ever revealed
In the silent smile
Of your heart,
In the caress of the wind,
In the soothing coolness of spring water.
And the secret is
That
Forgetting yourself
You too
Are one
Of
Us.
Yosy Flug
My friend, the traveler
Remember
We are here,
Hidden under various disguises,
Posted
As guards, guides and companions
Along your life's journey,
Waiting
To give you assistance
To extend a helping hand
To provide succor.
We are
But a reflection of your virtues
Manifesting in time
Of necessity.
Savings
Placed by your forgotten
Selfless deeds
In the inexhaustible
Divine
Treasure-house.
Yours for the taking
When the need arises.
We are
The friend
Of friends
Whose face is always hidden
Yet ever revealed
In the silent smile
Of your heart,
In the caress of the wind,
In the soothing coolness of spring water.
And the secret is
That
Forgetting yourself
You too
Are one
Of
Us.
Yosy Flug
methodistgirl
New member
I guess everyone knows now that I'm a big Neil Diamond fan. I have been
listening and performing his music since I was a kid.
judy tooley
listening and performing his music since I was a kid.
judy tooley
Contratrombone64
Admiral of Fugues
Judy and this has what to do with poems??
Anyway, back to the thread:
For no other reasons than it just did, this reminded me of Dame M.
T[SIZE=-1]HE[/SIZE] wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow I made that vow,
Swore that two lives should be like one As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the sun, It shall be, I said, for eternity
’Twixt you and me!
Dear friend, those times are over and done, Love’s web is spun.
Look upward where the poplar treesSway and sway in the summer air,
Here in the valley never a breeze Scatters the thistledown, but there Great winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,
And the wave-lashed leas. Look upward where the white gull screams,
What does it see that we do not see?
Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams On some outward voyaging argosy,
Ah! can it be. We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
How sad it seems. Sweet, there is nothing left to say
But this, that love is never lost,Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost, Ships tempest-tossed
Will find a harbour in some bay, And so we may.
And there is nothing left to do But to kiss once again, and part,
Nay, there is nothing we should rue, I have my beauty,
you your Art, Nay, do not start,One world was not enough for two Like me and you.
By the supremely talented Oscar Wilde ...