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ratdog2112
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#271437 12 months ago
Happy Sunshine

Happy sunshine on my face,
I love those warming golden rays,
Happy sunshine fill my eyes,
When gazing up at the blue sky

Happy sunshine for my soul,
It fills me up with rays of gold,
Happy sunshine for my heart,
Keeps away love's poisoned darts,

Happy sunshine all the time,
Always in this heart of mine,
Happy sunshine dear to me,
Walking on the beach and free.

-Juan Olivarez
"What I like best about music is when time goes away."
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ratdog2112
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#272596 11 months, 4 weeks ago
Hope is the Thing with Feathers

"Hope" is thing with feathers
That perches is the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stop at all.

And sweetest in the gale is heard,
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet never, in extremity,
It ask a crumb of me.

-Emily Dickinson
"What I like best about music is when time goes away."
Last Edit: 11 months, 4 weeks ago by ratdog2112.
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ratdog2112
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#272697 11 months, 3 weeks ago
Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life can be a barren field
Frozen in snow


-Langston Hughes
"What I like best about music is when time goes away."
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nycdave
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#273985 11 months, 3 weeks ago
Behind the Closed Eye
~ Francis Ledwidge

I walk the old frequented ways
That wind around the tangled braes
I live again the sunny days
Ere I the city knew

And scenes of old again are born
The woodbine lassoing the thorn
And drooping Ruth-like in the corn
The poppies weep the dew

Above me in their hundred schools
The magpies bend their young to rules
And like an apron full of jewels
The dewy cobweb swings

And frisking in the stream below
The troutlets make the circles flow
And the hungry crane doth watch them grow
As a smoker does his rings

Above me smokes the little town
With its whitewashed walls and roofs of brown
And its octagon spire toned smoothly down
As the holy minds within

And wondrous impudently sweet
Half of him passion, half conceit
The blackbird calls adown the street
Like the piper of Hamelin

I hear him and I feel the lure
Drawing me back to the homely moor
I'll go and close the mountain's door
On the city's strife and din
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ratdog2112
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#274025 11 months, 3 weeks ago
Live each day to the fullest


Sitting on the steps, looking across the lake,
Wondering why, life at times, can seem great.
But in that second, it took me to just think,
My life could change, faster than a blink.

Is this a reason why we should always cherish?
Not knowing when loved ones may suddenly perish.
Living everyday, like it was our very last,
for our days could be very long or go by very fast

So I'll cherish and take nothing for granted,
not say things that shouldn't be chanted.
If this is the last day I have on this earth,
I accept my life, for what it's been worth.

Tomorrow isn't promised to young or old alike,
Today may be the last day I'm able to hold you tight.
Don't wait for tomorrow, do it all today,
If tomorrow never comes, you'll never regret a day.

-Amy D. Liskey
"What I like best about music is when time goes away."
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SunshineSue
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Life is sweeter for this!

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#274286 11 months, 3 weeks ago
This has been my all-time favorite poem since high school Latin class, and its worth reposting here, especially since it's short enough to type in without pasting. It was written by Catullus after being dumped by his mistress, Lesbia, to whom much of his poetry was dedicated. Nothing like heartache to inspire great writing!


Poem 85 by Catullus (c. 84-54 BC)

I hate and I love. Well, why do I, you probably ask.
I don't know. But it's happening and it hurts.


Original text:
Odi et amo. Quare id faciem, fortasse requiris.
Nescio. Sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
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ratdog2112
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#274622 11 months, 3 weeks ago
A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seen
Is but a dream within a dream

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! Yet how the creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep-while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitless wave?
Is all that we've see or seen
But a dream within a dream


-Edgar Allan Poe
"What I like best about music is when time goes away."
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ratdog2112
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#275403 11 months, 2 weeks ago
Today You Can
by Catherine Pulsifer

Today you can choose to count your blessings
or you can count your troubles.
Today you can live each moment
or you can put in time.
Today you can take action towards your goals
or you can procrastinate.
Today you can plan for the future
or you can regret the past.
Today you can learn one new thing
or you can stay the same.
Today you can seek possibilities
or you can overwhelm yourself with the impossible.
Today you can continue to move forward
or you can quit.
Today you can take steps towards resolving your challenges
or you can procrastinate.
You see today the choices are up to you
in deciding what you do today.
"What I like best about music is when time goes away."
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#276282 11 months, 2 weeks ago
a quote about poetry for our poetry lovers (Sylvia Plath, from Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams): "I do not think (poetry is) an escape. For me, the real issues of our time are the issues of every time-the hurt and wonder of loving; making in all its forms-children, loaves of bread, paintings, buildings; and the conservation of life of all people in all places, the jeopardizing of which no abstract doubletalk of 'peace' or 'implacable foes' can excuse."
...was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, considering lying down in it.

-JD Salinger
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#276299 11 months, 2 weeks ago
The Rabbit Catcher (Ted Hughes)

It was May. How had it started? What
had bared our edges? What quirky twist
of the moon's blade had set us, so early in the day,
bleeding eachother? What had I done? I had
somehow misunderstood. Inaccessible
in your dybbuk fury, babies
hurled into the car, you drove. We surely
had been intending a day's outing,
somewhere on the coast, an exploration-
so you started driving.

What I remember
is thinking: she'll do something crazy. And I ripped
the door open and jumped in beside you.
So we drove West. Cornish lanes
I remember, a simmering truce
as you stared, with iron in your face,
into some thunderscape
of some unworldly war. I simply
trod accompaniment, carried babies,
waited for you to come back to nature.
We tried to find the coast. You
raged against our English private greed
of fencing off all coastal approaches,
hiding the sea from roads, from all inland.
You despised England's grubby edges when you got there.
The day belonged to the furies.

I searched the map
to penetrate the farms and private kingdoms.
Finally a gateway. It was a fresh day,
full May. Somewhere I'd brought food.
We crossed a field and came to the open
blue push of sea-wind. A gorse cliff,
brambly, oak-packed combs. We found
an eyrie hollow, just under the cliff-top.
It seemed perfect to me.
Your Germanic scowl, edged like a helmet,
would not translate itself. I sat baffled.
I was a fly outside the window-pane.
...was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, considering lying down in it.

-JD Salinger
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