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from the film ‘carve her name with pride’
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have is yours.
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause.
For the peace of my years in the long green years
Will be yours and yours and yours.”Lovesong
He loved her and she loved him.
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to
He had no other appetite
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked
She wanted him complete inside her
Safe and sure forever and ever
Their little cries fluttered into the curtainsHer eyes wanted nothing to get away
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows
He gripped her hard so that life
Should not drag her from that moment
He wanted all future to cease
He wanted to topple with his arms round her
Off that moment’s brink and into nothing
Or everlasting or whatever there wasHer embrace was an immense press
To print him into her bones
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace
Where the real world would never come
Her smiles were spider bites
So he would lie still till she felt hungry
His words were occupying armies
Her laughs were an assassin’s attempts
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets
His whispers were whips and jackboots
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks
And their deep cries crawled over the floors
Like an animal dragging a great trap
His promises were the surgeon’s gag
Her promises took the top off his skull
She would get a brooch made of it
His vows pulled out all her sinews
He showed her how to make a love-knot
Her vows put his eyes in formalin
At the back of her secret drawer
Their screams stuck in the wallTheir heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stopIn their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostageIn the morning they wore each other’s face
“We Wear the Mask”
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,–
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!Paul Laurence Dunbar
~~ * Trust takes time to build, but only mere seconds to destroy * ~~
FAKERS AND LIARS
Faking or lying, does it make any difference?
When they use people on various pretense
How far can you go with your life like that?
Somewhere you are going to tumble I can bet
Faking to steal or gamble I can understand
But lying to play with sentiments, should you not pretend?
It is about robbing a person’s innocence
It is like, raping some one, does it make sense?
There has to be some way to change such a behavior
May be social incarceration or something else major
I don’t want them to be hanged, but quite similar
Please take them away to moon or somewhere
There is no place for fakers and liars in a civic society
They are certainly menace hurting the community
Let us create a forum to expose such bad elements
And get rid of society from such rogue elements
nanua
~~ * Trust takes time to build, but only mere seconds to destroy *~~
Thank you Pepper, the poem is very good. I will have to look out for more by him.
Don’t you think that sometimes poems are merely lyrics before the music finds them?
I could never recommend Ted Hughes enough, Minim. Here is a favourite of mine, I hope it will leave you wanting more..
Full Moon and Little Frieda
A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket –
And you listening.
A spider’s web, tense for the dew’s touch.
A pail lifted, still and brimming – mirror
To tempt a first star to a tremor.Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the hedges with their warm
wreaths of breath –
A dark river of blood, many boulders,
Balancing unspilled milk.
‘Moon!’ you cry suddenly, ‘Moon! Moon!’The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work
That points at him amazed.The Silver Swan, Who Living Had No Note
The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approach’d, unlock’d her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more.
Farewell, all joys; O Death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.Orlando Gibbons
He Who Dares
>WINS ……
The King of China’s Daughter
The King of China’s daughter,
She never would love me
Though I hung my cap and bells upon
Her nutmeg tree.
For oranges and lemons,
The stars in bright blue air,
(I stole them long ago, my dear)
Were dangling there.
The Moon did give me silver pence,
The Sun did give me gold,
And both together softly blew
And made my porridge cold;
But the King of China’s daughter
Pretended not to see
When I hung my cap and bells upon
Her nutmeg tree.Edith Sitwell
There are holes in the sky
where the rain gets in.
But the holes are small –
that’s why rain is thin.Spike :)
sorry to keep lowering the tone but some things just make me smile
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