Dan's Poetry Corner II

I found another old one:

Silence

Silence
like there never was light,
like there could only be darkness
and the singing of the stars.

Silence
where you strain to hear
where you long to fall
into the ages

Silence
nothing matters any more
nothing quickens your heartbeat
there is no more light

Silence
and the hope of a smile
and the colours of the rainbow
angels survive

CT (2009)
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Carola
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I'm multilingual - I can misunderstand people in several languages!

I found another old one:

Silence

Silence
like there never was light,
like there could only be darkness
and the singing of the stars.

Silence
where you strain to hear
where you long to fall
into the ages

Silence
nothing matters any more
nothing quickens your heartbeat
there is no more light

Silence
and the hope of a smile
and the colours of the rainbow
angels survive

CT (2009)

"The Voice Inside Me"

i was standing in a field
looking to the sky
wondering, what have i done
to make this feeling inside
i was feeling guilty
i was feeling bad
i got the feeling someone up there
was feeling sad

i had shot at the bird
sitting on the wire
hit it with a bb
and it fell to earth
i felt so empty
like it was me who died
killed by my shameful pride

I fell onto the ground
hiding from the sky
wondering, what's coming now
this burning deep inside
i was feeling strangely
like i was not alone
i was too scared to run
nowhere to go

i had shot at the bird
sitting on the wire
hit it with a bb
and it fell to earth
i felt so empty
like it was me who died
killed by my shameful pride

there was a voice inside me
speaking without words
telling me, i was wrong
in the words i never heard
then i rose again
as if by some command
the sky was deeper now
i could understand

i had shot at the bird
sitting on the wire
hit it with a bb
and it fell to earth
i felt so empty
like it was me who died
killed by my shameful pride

(2010 db michel)

This lyric is about something that happened when i was 12 years old...I was not hunting to that day get food...I had killed a bird for no reason...The message i received then that i was not to kill for no reason...I was not to kill for fun...ever...
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Proud to be TFFE

"Fadeaway Goodbye"

sometimes the eyes look away
then you try fade away
then you try fade away goodbye
someone who is of no more use
your hide away excuse
your hide away excuse goodbye

you may have needed someone
sometime...
but time passes by so fast
you don't really have to ask
you find you somehow like them less

sometimes the eyes look away
then you try fade away
then you try fade away goodbye
someone who is of no more use
your hide away excuse
your hide away excuse goodbye

you may have been lonely sometime
not now
you know just what to do
just let the lie be true
now it's old once was new

sometimes the eyes look away
then you try fade away
then you try fade away goodbye
someone who is of no more use
your hide away excuse
your hide away excuse goodbye

(2010 db michel)

Just an observation of how people come in and out of other people's lives...It's not usually a sinister thing...But it can be sad if you think too much about it.

THEY WHO ARE WORN WITH LOVE

When, worn with unregenerate delights,
The kisses of fair youths grow dull and sicken,
They seek, fatigued with hope and outwatched nights,
A bed of love that shall the senses quicken.

White bed of love with pillows rich with lace,
Caressing curtains sheltering dreamless blisses,
And, to grow better from the bought embrace,
Upon their wasted brows long trembling kisses.

Calmer than autumn heavens the eyes they crave,
In which the bitterness of theirs shall vanish,
Lips of a speech impassionate, suave,
Which their sick sorrows shall assuage and banish.

Love should be night, and hushed forgetfulness,
Never with follies of the past upbraided,
Hope still renewed consoling the distress
Of dreams come true and in fulfilment faded.

Nor light, nor noise; but in the happy room,
With tapestry the walls to sleep beguiling,
To kiss the long hands of the mistress whom
A plain gown clothes, and who is faintly smiling!

Once they have seen her, and to hear her speak
They hoped for her and Heaven, and knelt before
her;
But love's old burden makes their soul so weak
That save with sighs they never dare implore her.


Julie Detavernier (2010)
Translated out of Dutch

PS: Sometimes I feel like (or want to be) a Canterbury poet ;)
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THEY WHO ARE WORN WITH LOVE

When, worn with unregenerate delights,
The kisses of fair youths grow dull and sicken,
They seek, fatigued with hope and outwatched nights,
A bed of love that shall the senses quicken.

White bed of love with pillows rich with lace,
Caressing curtains sheltering dreamless blisses,
And, to grow better from the bought embrace,
Upon their wasted brows long trembling kisses.

Calmer than autumn heavens the eyes they crave,
In which the bitterness of theirs shall vanish,
Lips of a speech impassionate, suave,
Which their sick sorrows shall assuage and banish.

Love should be night, and hushed forgetfulness,
Never with follies of the past upbraided,
Hope still renewed consoling the distress
Of dreams come true and in fulfilment faded.

Nor light, nor noise; but in the happy room,
With tapestry the walls to sleep beguiling,
To kiss the long hands of the mistress whom
A plain gown clothes, and who is faintly smiling!

Once they have seen her, and to hear her speak
They hoped for her and Heaven, and knelt before
her;
But love's old burden makes their soul so weak
That save with sighs they never dare implore her.


Julie Detavernier (2010)
Translated out of Dutch

PS: Sometimes I feel like (or want to be) a Canterbury poet ;)

I am curious...What does the original Dutch version look like?

"The Voice Inside Me"

i was standing in a field
looking to the sky
wondering, what have i done
to make this feeling inside
i was feeling guilty
i was feeling bad
i got the feeling someone up there
was feeling sad

i had shot at the bird
sitting on the wire
hit it with a bb
and it fell to earth
i felt so empty
like it was me who died
killed by my shameful pride

I fell onto the ground
hiding from the sky
wondering, what's coming now
this burning deep inside
i was feeling strangely
like i was not alone
i was too scared to run
nowhere to go

i had shot at the bird
sitting on the wire
hit it with a bb
and it fell to earth
i felt so empty
like it was me who died
killed by my shameful pride

there was a voice inside me
speaking without words
telling me, i was wrong
in the words i never heard
then i rose again
as if by some command
the sky was deeper now
i could understand

i had shot at the bird
sitting on the wire
hit it with a bb
and it fell to earth
i felt so empty
like it was me who died
killed by my shameful pride

(2010 db michel)

This lyric is about something that happened when i was 12 years old...I was not hunting to that day get food...I had killed a bird for no reason...The message i received then that i was not to kill for no reason...I was not to kill for fun...ever...

You made me look back Dan.

4:26

And before me lay my friend of 18 years
And he lay there and looked at me and we talked of the good times
And for a moment the sun came out
In his own way he let me know that the time was right
And I knew he was right
And I knew the pain and fear
Although fear has known no place in my world
In all my life I will always know
I would rather kill someone with two legs than four
Good bye my friend
May God forgive Me


© JLS 4/26/2006
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I Desire Peace and Justice, Jim Scott

Shortie For a Friend; The Trail

Through trails of Tears and Light We Pass
While drifting through our life
With magic moments in between
And some of them not nice
But sometimes in the journey
A Friend will happen by
And make it all seem Worth it
Even if for just a While
These times we need to Cherish
For rare they really are
But if you take the time
And count them one by one
The trail was not as bad as it once seemed
They make the journey worth it
To follow to the end

© Jim Scott 8/21/2010

May modify later, Jim.

You write beautifully Jim.

Thank you for sharing with us this lovely thought, so gently expressed.

Jim...I agree with Angela...You have a way of cutting straight to the heart...that brings out the truth in life.
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Proud to be TFFE

OF AUTUMN

WHILE the moon through the heavens glides,
With music enchanting our way,
Come in the gladness to stray
Of the gorgeous autumn tides.

Now comes the wind, and lifts
The gold of glad forests along;
and many a mystical song
Along the breeze with it drifts.

This life is most gracious and dear,
Enchanting our way as we go
With the laughter and golden glow
Of autumns singing clear.

Julie Detavernier (2009)
(translated out of Dutch)
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What use is action? We have thought until
The world is but the shadow of our dreams.
What if the sap in all the gardens teems,
Sunk back upon itself in our limp will.

The mind has ravaged space, and we are ill
With what we know; yet knowledge only seems
Upon life's verge a net of cheating gleams;
And my possessions leave me tired and chill.

But thou alone, O torch of sacred art,
With first, primeval beauty warm the heart,
And flash thy multiple glimpses of the ideal;

And thou, O poet, make lost Eden shine
Within us, and behind the seeming real
Show us the essences of things divine.

Julie Detavernier (2010)
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Beautiful, again, Julie!...I love both of them.
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Proud to be TFFE

Thanx Dan, I'm really glad this thread is here :)
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Beautiful Julie.
If not for the Artists, Story Tellers, Singers / Song Writers, Authors of Books and Poets...Then ANY race we contact or finds us in the future would truly believe we are / were only Barbarians until they read or saw our works.
Then they May find out we were / Are Not all some demonic race of destructive fools.

Jim
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I Desire Peace and Justice, Jim Scott

You're so right Jim :)
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Into a cave the maid she threw,
A sign upon the door she drew;
The maid forgot the light, the key
Fell down into the sea.

She waited while the summer went:
More than seven years she was pent,
Every year a stranger passed.

She waited while the winter went;
And while she waited, waited yet,
Her hair the light could not forget.

It sought the light, and found it out,
It glided through the stones about,
And lit the rocks that held her pent.

One eve again a passer-by,
He knew not what the radiance meant,
And dared not come closer-by.

He thinks a portent is foretold,
He thinks it is a well of gold.
He thinks the angels are at play,
He turns aside, and went his way.

Julie Detavernier (2009)
Translated out of Dutch
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