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for sharon….
A Certain Lady
Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thousand little deaths my heart has died.
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You’ll never know.Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, —
Of ladies delicately indiscreet,
Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.
And you are pleased with me, and strive anew
To sing me sagas of your late delights.
Thus do you want me — marveling, gay, and true,
Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.
And when, in search of novelty, you stray,
Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ….
And what goes on, my love, while you’re away,
You’ll never know.Dorothy Parker
L x
Thats lovely Ruby and on a certain week of the month would definately had made me cry. :wink:
Thankyou xx
I think I know you more than you will ever know Sharon,,
know why? your me all over xx
:wink: 8) cool xx
Sonnet XLIII from Sonnets from the Portuguese
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.Elizabeth Barrett Browning
poetry at its best and nudest..
I hear a lot of stories, I suppose they could be true
All about love and what it can do to you
High is the risk of striking out, the risk of getting hurt
And still I have so much to learnI know, ’cause I think about it all the time
I know that real love is quite a priceCHORUS:
And a good heart these days is hard to find
A good heart – True love, the lasting kind
A good heart these days is hard to find
So please be gentle with this heart of mineMy expectations may be high, I blame that on my youth
Soon enough I’ll learn the painful truth
I’ll face it like a fighter then boast of how I’ve grown
Anything is better than being aloneI know ’cause I learn a little everyday
I know ’cause I listen when the experts sayCHORUS
As I reflect on all my childhood dreams
My ideas of love weren’t as foolish as they seemed
If I don’t start looking now, I’ll be left behind
And a good heart these days is hard to findI know it’s a dream I’m willing to defend
I know it will all be worth it in the endCHORUS x 2
With this heart of mine
fergal sharkey
honest opinion
words can be said far better than they will ever be read
(no rhyme intended)
poetry is for the true airheads@minim wrote:
I love that one Pepper. I think i’ve heard it being read, but didn’t know it was Joyce.
it’s the first line isn’t it mims ?
“I hear an army charging upon the land” – think that’s been used quite often.
I like the one about his baby son, born when Joyce’s father died.
and would anybody like to start a finnegans wake thread ? lol
@r.O.T.T wrote:
honest opinion
words can be said far better than they will ever be read
(no rhyme intended)
poetry is for the true airheadssaid better than read
yep
Ecce Puer
Of the dark past
A child is born;
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.Calm in his cradle
The living lies.
May love and mercy
Unclose his eyes!Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass.A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son!
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