The Poem thread

[marval]

Just so dogs don't feel left out, here is a dog poem.


The Power of the Dog
Rudyard Kipling


There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passsion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But ... you've given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long--
So why in--Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

 

[Sylvie Pacey]

Turwithiel

Thank you for the www address for Ginny's poems. An enchanting site which I shall visit often, I'm sure. Sylvie

 

[Sylvie Pacey]

Winter's Diamonds

Try this for a lovely poem and beautiful music
http://poetrybyginny.com/WINTER'S DIAMONDS.htm

 

[Tûrwethiel]

Just lovely! Thank you Sylvie.

Here's one I find quite inspirational!

Warning

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Jenny Joseph

 

[marval]

I can't get the link to work Sylvie. But I have looked at her website, there are some truly wonderful poems on it. I have read yours before Vicki, I like it.


Margaret

 

[marval]

This is a nice sight too, I like this poem by Christopher Robin (no relation to Pooh.)

http://www.quickegreets.com/life/lnatureb.htm

 

[marval]

Here is a poem I wrote about Christmas.


Christmas came early


Feet slipping on ice
Head in the snow
The poor little match girl
Has nowhere to go

Christmas is coming
The stars twinkle bright
No warm coat for this girl
Not a bed for the night

Huddled in a doorway
Trying to stay warm
Waiting for morning
To come without harm

Hustle and bustle
Plenty of noise
But for one lonely child
There will be no toys

Spare me a pound
She asks in the street
Just for a cuppa
And something to eat

Christmas came early
As she looked at the tree
And the kindly old gentleman
Said come home with me

I talked to my wife
We will do what is right
Turkey and mince pies
And a bed for the night

 

[Tûrwethiel]

Oh Margaret, that's simply wonderful. The little match girl story has always resonated with me and I love your take on it.

Vicki

 

[marval]

Thank you Vicki.


Margaret

 

[AlmasPerdidas]

If I can stay at your side​

As a sister and a friend​

I would wish for nothing more​

Because I know you could never love me​

I can only wish for you to find your love soon​

And I will watch you from a distance ​

Wishing you the best in this life​

And hold the tears that haven’t fallen​

And keep my heart from falling apart​

​

I’ve learned to smile, triumph, and see​

That although I could not have you​

I knew what love was really meant to be​

To love a person, so truly and completely​

To think of only them and no one else​

Learning who they really were and standing by their side​

Holding them in their weakest moment​

Encouraging their very best​

Understanding that they’re not perfect​

But loving them nonetheless​

​

I thank you from the bottom of my heart​

For teaching me what feeling and loving really are​

You might not know that you’ve done this​

But you have and so I’m glad​

So I’ll watch you from a distance ​

Pray to whatever God there might be​

That happiness will find it way towards you​

And may you see better days​

​

Ethel T.​

 

[marval]

Thank you, that is a beautiful poem. It says so much from the heart.


Margaret

 

[methodistgirl]

Betelgeuse Encounter

Solarized light, exist in space and wraps itself round the senses that
permeates the state of being and never equaled mc,2.

Neither night or day have meaning, nor yesterday, nor tomorrow, and
now exist as it was then and then will never happen.
only dead men dance in the sky.

A red moon crescents a descent from the west to the east reversing time.
Across a blackened emptiness beside the shadow of a sun, dimming to
secret obscurity.

And reflects upon atomic clocks that take time on a pulsing path rattling
the first locks of reason that closed the door to perception.

While the giant red sun's heartbeat forces blood through it's veins and
moves it's body temple. Sending solar winds particulate across the
void to distant worlds saying,"I am here. I am the eye of life."

Coursing mentations dart through the clouds of fluid perception seeking
to reach mature fruition and greet new formed cognition and special
spectiums heat seek scanning through inquiring thoughts that dream
of suns that rise and suns that set in wondrous light.

Inside the eyes and somewhere deep within a dying mind. Burning fiercely
against the passage of exclusive time succumbs to the inevitable
dispersal of it's being. (author unknown)
judy tooley

 

[marval]

Hi Judy,

Thank you for that, it is very interesting.


Margaret

 

[marval]

Friendship's Flower



Life is like a garden
And friendship like a flower,
That blooms and grows in beauty
With the sunshine and the shower.

And lovely are the blossoms
That are tended with great care,
By those who work unselfishly
To make the place more fair.

And, like the garden blossoms,
Friendship's flower grows more sweet
When watched and tended carefully
By those we know and meet.

And, if the seed of friendship
Is planted deep and true
And watched with understanding,
Friendship's flower will bloom for you.

Helen Steiner Rice

 

[Tûrwethiel]

Gosh, she's good. Thank you for posting that one, Margaret.

Cheers

Vicki

 

[marval]

Thank you Vicki, yes I like her poems.

These are her ten commandments.

The personal commandments of Helen Steiner Rice emphasized optimism:

1. Thou shalt be happy

2. Thou shalt use thy talents to make others glad.

3. Thou shalt rise above defeat and trouble.

4. Thou shalt look upon each day as a new day.

5. Thou shalt always do thy best and leave the rest to God.

6. Thou shalt not waste thy time and energy in useless worry.

7. Thou shalt look only on the bright side of life.

8. Thou shalt not be afraid of tomorrow.

9. Thou shalt have a kind word and a kind deed for everyone.

10. Thou shalt say each morning -- I am a child of God and nothing can hurt me.

 

[marval]

Here is another poem by Helen Steiner Rice.


How often we wish for another chance
to make a fresh beginning.
A chance to blot out our mistakes
And change failure into winning.
It does not take a new day
To make a brand new start,
It only takes a deep desire
To try with all our heart.
To live a little better
And to always be forgiving
And to add a little sunshine
To the world in which we're living.
So never give up in despair
And think that you are through,
For there's always a tomorrow
And the hope of starting new.

 

[marval]

Here's a poem for Muza, to celebrate her new baby.




God's Masterpiece


From graceful lilies pure and white,
God fashioned lovely skin,
Forgetmenots he chose for eyes,
Then formed your baby chin.
He took a tulip bright and red --
'Twas one that did not fade;
A softer, sweeter little mouth
Before was never made.
Another flower next He used --
A rosebud, pink and fair;
Touched it to your dimpled cheeks
And bade it blossom there.
Then with His magic fingers picked
Two morning glories white;
Curled and shaped your little ears,
Soon they were fastened tight.
That crowning bit of golden down
Will soon become your hair;
He gathered pollen from the flowers,
And sprinkled it with care.
For dainty little fingers dear
And precious, tiny toes,
He used slender daisy frills;
A snowdrop made your nose.
This world and all within it
He created here for man;
But Baby was "God's Masterpiece"
Since time and life began!
Dora Dinsmore

 

[Tûrwethiel]

Oh Margaret, you brought a tear to my eye.

Thank you

Vicki

 

[marval]

Thank you Vicki, I thought it was very sweet.

Hope the tears dried up soon.


Margaret