Poets Corner

BEAUTY
John Masefield

Have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
I have seen the lady April bringing in the daffodils,
Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.

I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea,
And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships;
But the loveliest things of beauty God ever has showed to me
Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips.

 

Sounds like you found happiness Weena...Everything comes to he/ her who waits

 

Actually I did.. and thanks for Have noticed it!!:p

 

a new life

Love above all is the source
of life and creation.
Life create the love that
we all be part of or fall apart.
Man is the beginning and the
woman made him complete.

Love will blossom and cared
to stand time.
Life together is for creation
of a new life of a child.
Man and woman will complete
the love, life and how it be done.

No matter how time will make
the creation complete.
The completion is the most
Greatest pain that every woman
never remember after the birth.

this is dedicated to Nelson Phillippe
Born January 3, 2011.
welcome to the world .
You can be the Man
you want your life to be.
Only one thing, Life is borrowed
make the best as you can be.

 

Another one from my father...........

"Go see father" she said, when I asked her to wed
She knew that I knew her father was dead
She knew that I knew what a bad life he had led
She knew that I knew what she meant when she said
"Go see father"

 

Welcome to the World
Nelson Phillippe........out with the old in with the new :D

 

"Around the corner I have a friend, in this great city that has no end.
Yet days go by and weeks rush on, and before I know it a year has gone.
And I never see my old friend's face, for life is a swift and terrible race.
He knows I like him, just as well, as in the days when I rang his bell. And he rang mine- we were younger then; but now we are tired busy men.
Tired of playing a foolish game, tired of trying to make a name.
Tomorrow I say, I'll call on Jim., and let him know that I'm thinking of him. But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes and the distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away, then comes the news...Jim died today!
And that's what we get and deserve in the end,around the corner-a vanished friend!"

a poem by Charles H Towne;

 

Women’s Poem vs. Men’s Poem

Women’s Poem

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who’s not a creep.
One who’s handsome, smart, and strong
One who loves to listen long.

One who thinks before he speaks
One who’ll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he’s gainfully employed
When I spend his cash won’t be annoyed.

Pulls out my chair and opens my door
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who’ll make love to my mind
Knows how to answer “how big is my behind?”

I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

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Men’s Poem


I pray for
a deaf-mute
nymphomaniac
with huge boobs
who owns a liquor store
and a golf course.
This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a ... (by unknown)
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Now, That was a good one Rhoody.

 

Forgetfulness

Anonymous (13th-17th Centuries)
Translated by The Earl of Longford

If now you hate me as you say,
Can you forget so soon
How you and I, the world away,
Once lay and watched the moon?

Can you forget the day when cool
Seemed to our love the sun,
The day that we-? But I’m a fool,
Besides, that day is done.

Can you forget you stroked my hair?
Moist palm upon my brow,
Red mouth, soft breast-. You do not care.
All that’s forgotten now.

Have you forgotten too, my flower,
How often you would tell
How God ne’er made until that hour
A man you loved so well?

Can you forget your love for me,
Whom now you do detest?
But that’s all one, those times are gone.
No doubt ‘tis for the best.

If each could learn as well as I
To profit by my pain,
There’s ne’er a man beneath the sky
Would ever love again.