A Poem Thread

Discussion in 'Art & Culture' started by Angelus, Nov 9, 2002.

  1. wegs Matter and Pixie Dust Valued Senior Member

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    It's a poem about love...the guy I'm seeing, sent it to me because he knows I like Edgar Allan Poe.
    Here's a detailed account as to the meaning behind it.

    First published in the New York Evening Mirror's February 21, 1846 issue, "A Valentine" was written specifically for Frances Sargent Osgood, whose name is hidden within the lines of the poem. In its first publication, it had the title "To Her Whose Name Is Written Below." To find the name, take the first letter of the first line, then the second letter of the second line, then the third letter of the third line, and so on. Before its publication, it was presented at a private literary salon at the home of Anne Lynch Botta on February 14, 1846. Though Poe was not in attendance, it was a very public revelation of his affection for Osgood.
     
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  3. Anew Life isn't a question. Banned

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    Edgar allen poe and the orgin
    word etymology poet

    is it that these days the better poet doesn't accolade distortion or depression in expression, unless to attend to solve a social problem.
     
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  5. Robittybob1 Banned Banned

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    The better poet - is that you?
     
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  7. Robittybob1 Banned Banned

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    I'd do the same for you,
    if I knew.
    But I don't
    so I won't.

    Will I or won't I?
    He debated.
    wegs wasn't the word he wanted.
    Toss it into the too hard basket.
     
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  8. Anew Life isn't a question. Banned

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    i'm not a 'the better poet. I see & can find empathy for some form of social solution in anything I read. the need for integrity is vast.
     
  9. Robittybob1 Banned Banned

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    What did you mean by your statement "is it that these days the better poet doesn't accolade distortion or depression in expression, unless to attend to solve a social problem."?
     
  10. wegs Matter and Pixie Dust Valued Senior Member

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  11. Anew Life isn't a question. Banned

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    I guess I have been concerned about social,health and wellness matters since I was a young girl,,hence my inventions of the words humaneity and eccoficiency.
     
  12. Anew Life isn't a question. Banned

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    Plight of the Carver Marriage

    the dogs are no longer really on pharmaseuticals.
    yet the parents still do
    the parents still control their homesteads with retrition of sibling rivalry
    submission, by sexx
    a mother does rumplestilskin with her husband
    the scratch on the back looks like hatred
    the dogs are no longer really on pharmaseuticals.
    mom and dad manage themselves with adult tawdrysocial drinks
    because
    they didn't do what they could have done
    because they like getting high
    and their character has become jagged and errat
    an evening family walk outside is the better high
    ma ma is da da
    da da likes everything
    'carver marriages are really no longer fashionable
    because some believe that pleasure doesn't involve scarring pain.
     
  13. Trooper Secular Sanity Valued Senior Member

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    Powerless to clench
    the current of Now today
    A crest of a wave

    Breaks through bars and doors
    to an immortality
    we will never know

    Inescapable
    beyond the peak of Present
    lies True Tomorrow
     
  14. Robittybob1 Banned Banned

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    Amazing as always.
     
  15. Anew Life isn't a question. Banned

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    Out

    Out of the trap of tawdry challenging mouths.

    Are you taking bird house pictures
    out of the dog house zoo

    celebrate the words
    realativity
    eccoficiency
    Humaneity

    Trust

    choose not to forget

    A long time ago it was said that Jesus said
    "forgive them for they do not know

    ?!What is wrong with people

    *nonviolence is happening
    to be unthreatening is happening
    not to challenge others is happening

    I celebrate the words

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    realativity
    ecccoficiency
    & humaneity
    for the relatives should not be killed.
     
  16. Magical Realist Valued Senior Member

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    A Message from the Wanderer

    By William E. Stafford 1914–1993

    "Today outside your prison I stand
    and rattle my walking stick: Prisoners, listen;
    you have relatives outside. And there are
    thousands of ways to escape.


    Years ago I bent my skill to keep my
    cell locked, had chains smuggled to me in pies,
    and shouted my plans to jailers;
    but always new plans occured to me,
    or the new heavy locks bent hinges off,
    or some stupid jailer would forget
    and leave the keys.


    Inside, I dreamed of constellations—
    those feeding creatures outlined by stars,
    their skeletons a darkness between jewels,
    heroes that exist only where they are not.


    Thus freedom always came nibbling my thought,
    just as—often, in light, on the open hills—
    you can pass an antelope and not know
    and look back, and then—even before you see—
    there is something wrong about the grass.
    And then you see.


    That’s the way everything in the world is waiting.


    Now—these few more words, and then I’m
    gone: Tell everyone just to remember
    their names, and remind others, later, when we
    find each other. Tell the little ones
    to cry and then go to sleep, curled up
    where they can. And if any of us get lost,
    if any of us cannot come all the way—
    remember: there will come a time when
    all we have said and all we have hoped
    will be all right.


    There will be that form in the grass."

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  18. Ripley Valued Senior Member

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    Without the option to delete my post—I've had a change of heart—I'll simply delete its content. Same thing, but a bit of an eyesore—but that's not my problem.
     
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  19. Trooper Secular Sanity Valued Senior Member

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    The Last Piecemeal

    They led a merry dance
    the serpent and the king
    the eleventh hour
    with madness in the spring

    Planting, placement, and perception
    of a tiny mustard seed
    a species of persistence
    a malignant weed

    Emotional content
    bundled and souled
    through whispering wishes
    of stories well told

    Hearts stop pumping
    the great cerebral vein
    blood stops flowing
    senses steadily drain

    The drip-drop
    of pain killing herbs
    the tick-tock
    of hollow hallow words

    Eat their food
    drink their wine
    hurry up and wait
    wither on the vine

    Spatially slurred speech
    with a certain air
    motives and thoughts
    The Great Banquet Snare
     
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  20. Robittybob1 Banned Banned

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    One of your best!
     
  21. Buddha12 Valued Senior Member

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    Roger Whittaker - The Last Farewell 1975

    There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbour
    Tomorrow for old England she sails
    Far away from your land of endless sunshine
    To my land full of rainy skies and gales
    And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
    Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell

    For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
    More dearly than the spoken word can tell
    For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
    More dearly than the spoken word can tell

    I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing
    And the taste of war I know so very well
    Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
    Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
    I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
    But how bitter will be this last farewell

    For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
    More dearly than the spoken word can tell
    For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
    More dearly than the spoken word can tell

    Though death and darkness gather all about me
    My ship be torn apart upon the seas
    I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
    And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
    And should I return home safe again to England
    I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale

    For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
    More dearly than the spoken word can tell
    For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly
    More dearly than the spoken word can tell
     
  22. wegs Matter and Pixie Dust Valued Senior Member

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    The Haunted Palace
    By Edgar Allan Poe

    In the greenest of our valleys
    By good angels tenanted,
    Once a fair and stately palace-
    Radiant palace- reared its head.
    In the monarch Thought's dominion-
    It stood there!
    Never seraph spread a pinion
    Over fabric half so fair!
    Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
    On its roof did float and flow,
    (This- all this- was in the olden
    Time long ago,)
    And every gentle air that dallied,
    In that sweet day,
    Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
    A winged odor went away.

    Wanderers in that happy valley,
    Through two luminous windows, saw
    Spirits moving musically,
    To a lute's well-tuned law,
    Round about a throne where, sitting
    (Porphyrogene!)
    In state his glory well-befitting,
    The ruler of the realm was seen.

    And all with pearl and ruby glowing
    Was the fair palace door,
    Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
    And sparkling evermore,
    A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
    Was but to sing,
    In voices of surpassing beauty,
    The wit and wisdom of their king.

    But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
    Assailed the monarch's high estate.
    (Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow
    Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
    And round about his home the glory
    That blushed and bloomed,
    Is but a dim-remembered story
    Of the old time entombed.

    And travellers, now, within that valley,
    Through the red-litten windows see
    Vast forms, that move fantastically
    To a discordant melody,
    While, like a ghastly rapid river,
    Through the pale door
    A hideous throng rush out forever
    And laugh- but smile no more.
     
  23. Robittybob1 Banned Banned

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    You and Me

    Smile

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    Will

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    share your dream.
    Please write to

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    And I will reply to

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    I have learned my lesson well.

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