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« on: November 29, 2009, 11:19:03 PM »

I love poems and quotes, especially poetry. I enjoy writing poetry from time to time myself. Do any of you write? I was looking for some inspirational poetry to help cheer me up and I found this. Just thought I'd share it with you all. Thank you and have a great morning or evening, wherever you are, all you wonderful CDM peeps. ;D

http://www.great-inspirational-quotes.com/you-are-my-butterfly.html
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« Reply #1 on: January 04, 2010, 07:14:51 PM »

I read poetry while inline, you know inline at Starbucks, inline at the bank, inline at the taco truck - saw this one, wanted to share.

CALIFORNIA WINTER

It is winter in California, and outside
Is like the interior of a florist shop:
A chilled and moisture-laden crop
Of pink camellias lines the path; and what
Rare roses for a banquet or a bride,
So multitudinous that they seem a glut!

A line of snails crosses the golf-green lawn
From the rosebushes to the ivy bed;
An arsenic compound is distributed
For them.  The gardener will rake up the shells
And leave in a corner of the patio
The little mound of empty snails, like skulls.

By noon the fog is burnt off by the sun
And the worlds immensest sky opens a page
For the exercises of a future age;
Now jet planes draw straight lines, parabolas,
And xs, which the wind, before theyre done,
Erases leisurely or pulls to fuzz.

It is winter in the valley of the vine.
The vineyards crucified on stakes suggest
War cemeteries, bu the fruit is pressed,
The redwood vats are brimming in the shed,
And on the sidings stand tank cars of wine,
For which bright juice a billion grapes have bled.

And skiers from the snow line driving home
Descend through almond orchards, olive farms,
Fig tree and palm tree everything that warms
The imagination of the wintertime.
If the walls were older one would think of Rome;
If the land were stonier one would think of Spain.

But this land grows the oldest living things,
Trees that were young when Pharaohs ruled the
   world,
Trees whose new leaves are only just unfurled.
Beautiful they are not, the oppress the heart
With gigantism and with immortal wings;
And yet one feels the sumptuousness of this dirt.

It is raining in California, a straight rain
Cleaning he heavy oranges on the bough,
Filling the gardens till the gardens flow,
Shining the olives, tilling the gleaming tile,
Waxing the dark camellia leaves more green,
Flooding the daylong valleys like the Nile.

- Karl Shapiro
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« Reply #2 on: January 04, 2010, 10:28:51 PM »

                        Unttiled (afaik)
I took my girlfriend to the yard to see the engines shunt,
a bit of steel flew off a wheel and hit her in the
country girls are pretty, country girls are smart,
they lift their legs up to their heads so you can see their
Mickey was a bullfrog sitting on a log, along came a spider and stung him
on the cocktails, ginger ales, ten cents (!) a glass,
if you don't like it it, shove it up your
ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies,
once I saw a Chinaman doing up his
flies are pests, spiders are worse and that is the end of a dirty little verse.

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There, truly inspiring PC stuff. I knew you'd like it.

Well so much for the first decade of the 21st Century... let's see what we can do to the second one...
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« Reply #3 on: January 04, 2010, 10:49:10 PM »

                        Unttiled (afaik)
I took my girlfriend to the yard to see the engines shunt,
a bit of steel flew off a wheel and hit her in the
country girls are pretty, country girls are smart,
they lift their legs up to their heads so you can see their
Mickey was a bullfrog sitting on a log, along came a spider and stung him
on the cocktails, ginger ales, ten cents (!) a glass,
if you don't like it it, shove it up your
ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies,
once I saw a Chinaman doing up his
flies are pests, spiders are worse and that is the end of a dirty little verse.

Anon
19?

There, truly inspiring PC stuff. I knew you'd like it.

Well so much for the first decade of the 21st Century... let's see what we can do to the second one...

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Next thing we read, will be further limericks, shouldn't these be in the Joke section, Mr.   /joker

Not fair, so far away... Unable to not share my laughter with you over a pint.  I would think that would be a perfect location for you to expound your repertoire of off color poetry verse.
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« Reply #4 on: January 04, 2010, 11:22:53 PM »

Wow dirty poems and liquor.  It's like being around my family.   /party
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« Reply #5 on: January 05, 2010, 03:53:09 AM »

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Next thing we read, will be further limericks, shouldn't these be in the Joke section, Mr.   /joker

Not fair, so far away... Unable to not share my laughter with you over a pint.  I would think that would be a perfect location for you to expound your repertoire of off color poetry verse.

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Oh, the joke section. (I'd forgotten about that.)

But this is truly serious stuff. No? Curses. Got it all wrong again... Anyway this IS my repertoire. The only thing I recall of my fifth year of quality education...
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« Reply #6 on: January 05, 2010, 02:11:09 PM »

Wow dirty poems and liquor.  It's like being around my family.   /party
Amber -

I hear, Sister Sledge in the background, here at CdM   /rock
"We are Family"

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But this is truly serious stuff. No? Curses. Got it all wrong again... Anyway this IS my repertoire. The only thing I recall of my fifth year of quality education...
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I really hate to say this comment is quite pitiful. Or perhaps you are literature challenged?  Next thing, you are going to tell me you have one of those Bathroom Joke Books. Not in the bath... by your bedstead along with picture books.
 /LOL    

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« Reply #7 on: January 05, 2010, 07:20:24 PM »

The only thing I recall of my fifth year of quality education...

Ah 5th grade.  I learned quite a bit that year.  Some of which I learned was wrong a year later.  Never denigrate the 5th year.  Where else could I have learned of the dangers of Toxic Shock Syndrome and that fellatio wasn't a city in Italy?  Or that cunnilingus wasn't the first word of a very fine tongue twister.



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« Reply #8 on: January 05, 2010, 07:53:27 PM »

Nedruda, Prevert and Rumi. A very intense combo  :'(.

Te recuerdo como eras en el ltimo otoo.
Eras la boina gris y el corazn en calma.
En tus ojos peleaban las llamas del crepsculo
Y las hojas caan en el agua de tu alma.
Apegada a mis brazos como una enredadera.
las hojas recogan tu voz lenta y en calma.
Hoguera de estupor en que mi sed arda.
Dulce jacinto azul torcido sobre mi alma.
Siento viajar tus ojos y es distante el otoo:
boina gris, voz de pjaro y corazn de casa
hacia donde emigraban mis profundos anhelos
y caan mis besos alegres como brasas.
Cielo desde un navo. Campo desde los cerros.
Tu recuerdo es de luz, de humo, de estanque en calma!
Ms all de tus ojos ardan los crepsculos.
Hojas secas de otoo giraban en tu alma.


I remember you as you were last autumn.  
You were the grey beret and the still heart.  
In your eyes the flames of twilight fought on.  
And the leaves fell on the water of your soul.  
 
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant  
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.  
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.  
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.  
 
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:  
grey beret, voice of bird, heart like a house,  
towards which my deep longings migrated  
and my kisses fell, happy as embers.  
 
Sky from a ship, Field from the hills:  
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!  
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.  
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.  

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Le Ruisseau

Beaucoup d'eau a pass sous le pont
et aussi normment de sang
Mais aux pieds de l'amour
coule un grand ruisseau blanc
Et dans les jardins de la lune
o tous les jours c'est ta fte
ce ruisseau chante en dormant
Et cette lune c'est ma tte
o tourne un grand soleil bleu
Et ce soleil c'est tes yeux


The Stream

Much water has passed beneath the bridge
And also much blood
But upon the feet of love
Flows a great white stream
And in the gardens of the moon
Where all the the days are your festivals
This stream sings in sleep
And this moon is my head
Where turns a great blue sun
And this sun is your eyes.


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Verse XLI The Gardener
Rabindranath Tagore


I long to speak the deepest words I have to say to you
but I dare not for fear you should laugh
That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest
I make light of my pain, afraid you should do so.

I long to tell you the truest words I have to say to you
but I dare not being afraid that you should not believe them
That is why I disguise them in untruth, saying the contrary of what I mean
I make my pain appear absurd, afraid that you should do so.

I long to use the most precious words I have for you
but I dare not fearing I should not be paid with like value
That is why I give you hard names and boast of my callous strength
I hurt you, for fear you should never know any pain.

I long to sit silent by you,
but I dare not lest my heart come out at my lips
That is why I prattle and chatter lightly and hide my heart behind words
I rudely handle my pain, for fear you should do so.

I long to go away from your side
but I dare not for fear my cowardice should become known to you
That is why I hold my head high and carelessly come into your presence
Constant thrusts from your eyes keep my pain fresh for ever.
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« Reply #9 on: January 05, 2010, 10:37:08 PM »

Cole -

Absolutely Beautiful! Wondrously Poignant.

Your thoughtfulness, with translation, added even more to the post.

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« Reply #10 on: January 05, 2010, 10:56:41 PM »

Yes.  Thanks for including the translation.  My french from high school didn't translate it near so pretty as yours.
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« Reply #11 on: May 13, 2011, 05:57:45 PM »

I've only just seen this post, but I am glad to see that I'm not the only one who enjoys the written word!
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« Reply #12 on: August 23, 2015, 08:17:04 PM »

I rediscovered this little gem today and felt like sharing...

I Like My Body When It Is With Your by e.e. cummings[/b]


i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh.And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
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« Reply #13 on: August 23, 2015, 10:21:17 PM »

I rediscovered this little gem today and felt like sharing...

I Like My Body When It Is With Your by e.e. cummings[/b]


i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh.And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

Thank you, Tea for the share.  

It is a lovely little gem.  
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