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every spring

28 Nov 2011 13:30

hrotha wrote:I really need to get me some E.E. Cummings. I like the few bits I've read. Very much. Here's his poem "I Sing of Olaf Glad and Big" turned into a folk song by Bread & Roses.


every year in spring I read his spring poems and and smell the earth waking up. too bad pasting into the wforum does not keep the original shape of the poem.

(Poem #945) O sweet spontaneous
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

fingers of
purient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

beauty .how
oftn have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

thou answerest


them only with


spring)
-- e e cummings

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2001/11/o-sweet-spontaneous-e-e-cummings.html

i think his interpretation is way off the mark, another misunderstood scientist...
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29 Nov 2011 08:35

Well... I'll just randomly spam you guys with my poetry!

I, You, Me, Us

If I were you
And you were me
Who then
Would we really be?
I am
Who you are
You are
Who I am
How do I know
I am you?
How do you know
You are me?
If not for the knowledge
I am me
You are you
I need to know
I am me
To ever comprehend
I am actually you
You need to know
You are you
To ever comprehend
You are actually me
But if you need to know
You are you
To know
You are me
And if I need to know
I am me
To know
I am you
Then how do the "I"
Know the difference
Between me
And you?
And how do the "you"
Know the difference
Between you
And me?
If we don't know
What sets us apart
How can we know
We're not really one?
Then there will be
No distance between us
Aka The Ginger One.
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04 Dec 2011 21:09

Time for a shameless self-promoting double-post with second part of my advent-poem:

Today we light to candles clear
two angels sing in sky.
Sing of peace, of unity
upon this very earth,
let everyone unite.
Sing of time
when we can be
together as we are,
we will let everyone else in
exactly as they are.
Aka The Ginger One.
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05 Dec 2011 07:20

i like poems, nothing to share though at the moment:D
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05 Dec 2011 21:23

One for the clinic, an excerpt from The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black - Dylan

Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide
And the raindrops on my window
And the ice in my drink
Baby all I can think of is Alice - Waits

Katedra (The Cathedral) - Bagiński
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msIjWthwWwI

I talk in maths - adapted from Yorke
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05 Dec 2011 21:27

Hey RedheadChillPepper I do not want to be rude or something, but you are using tubular glue as motivation right?
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06 Dec 2011 14:08

Wha's tha'?

[SIZE="2"]And what's with the new nickname?[/SIZE]
Aka The Ginger One.
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06 Dec 2011 17:00

I read Leonard Cohen's Book of Longing earlier in the year. Much of it was written at a Zen monastary on Mount Baldy in California.

It's a bit hit and miss at times, but there are a number of real gems, where he's extremely candid and unapolgetic in talking about wanting what he wants - no matter how old he is, or how much time he spends at the monastary.
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06 Dec 2011 19:50

RedheadDane wrote:Wha's tha'?

[SIZE="2"]And what's with the new nickname?[/SIZE]

Never mind you are good kid stay that, RedmiamiheatDane;);)
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07 Dec 2011 04:02

I'm enjoying this thread, Zam...good idea.
RedHeadDane, your poetry is beautiful. Thanks for sharing with us.

Earlier in this thread, Christian offered a poem by my favorite poet, Pablo Neruda. Here's a stanza from his 20 Poemas de Amor. I'm going to leave it untranslated because the ones I'm finding tonight don't do it justice. If your so inclined, it's número 20.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: "La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos."
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
En la tierra de los ciegos, el tuerto es rey.
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11 Dec 2011 08:09

Right guys. It's time for the third part of my overly cheesy Advent Poem!

Today we light three candles clear
three angels sing in sky.
Of peace, unity and love
upon this earth we share,
let's never cease to love.
Sing of a time
when love will be
perceived as what it is,
beautiful and ever pure
a bond so ever strong
no matter who and how.
Aka The Ginger One.
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18 Dec 2011 09:22

I promise you! This will be the last time I spammily doublepost-revive this thread!

Fourth part of my Advent Poem:

Today we light four candles clear
four angels sing in sky.
Of peace, unity, love and hope
upon this good old earth,
hope will never cease.
Sing of a time
when hope stands strong,
against the darkest night
a ray of light
against the dark.
Aka The Ginger One.
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07 Dec 2013 12:31

E até lá, Portuguezes! trabalhae.
Que EI-Rey-Menino náo tarda a surgir,
Que elle ha-de vir, ha-de vir, ha-de vir!

- Antonio Pereira Nobre, Despedidas (1895-1899)

And until then, portuguese - work!
So that the Child-king may soon return,
For he has to come, has to come, has to come!
piccoli equivoci senza importanza.

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07 Dec 2013 13:15

why did he said that?
Testing the bounds of reality.
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07 Dec 2013 13:29

Hello, I just felt like making a random poem dump!

(Sticks and Stones) Words

Sticks and stones
may break my bones,
but words...
oh, wait, never mind!
For words can tear my heart apart
and crush my soul like fragile glass.
Few things hurt as bad as words,
and often unintended so.
A harsh remark in anger made,
wounds the other part so bad,
and makes you wish you'd held your tongue.
Words, they are as sharp as knives,
making wounds that shatter lives,
stabs the deepest of a soul,
leaves a gaping, bleeding hole.


If I Could

If I could,
I would,
I would go back in time.
Change all that bad stuff
that should never have been.
If I could,
I would,
I would go back in time.
Stop every disaster,
and stop every war.
Stop every needless
killing and death.
If I could,
I would,
but I can't
and I never should...


Remember

Remember now the friends you had,
those who slipped away.
Remember good times,
not the bad.
Remember living,
not their end.
Remember friends from far and near,
remember smiles and joy.
For even though a life may end.
Too soon!
Too quick!
Too harsh!
Remember life is still a gift,
of wonders we may share.
Remember,
when you want to cry,
best memories you have.
Then, slowly, let those teardrops fall,
no need to feel ashamed.
Remember those who slipped away,
while smiling for their lives.
Aka The Ginger One.
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07 Dec 2013 13:54

Zam_Olyas wrote:why did he said that?


It is a reference to the portuguese king Sebastian, who disapeared at the battle of Alcacer-Quibir in 1578. Since he had no descendence, the portuguese crown went to Felipe II of Spain, thus Portugal effectively lost their independence until 1640. During that time, the myth got started that King Sebastian was only hiding and waiting to return one foggy morning on a glorious white horse, to lead Portugal to its former glory: "o sebastianismo", or sebastianism. The myth is loosely based on a prophecy made by a shoemaker from the town of Trancoso in the early 16th century.

This myth has had an important part in portuguese literature. The national epos "Os Lusiadas" (The Lusiads) by Luis de Camoens is dedicated to king Sebastian (it was written before Sebastian disappeared, Camoens and Sebastian lived in the same era). Later the greatest portuguese poet of the 20th century, Fernando Pessoa, wrote large parts of his masterpiece "Mensagem" (The message) about King Sebastian. More recently, brazilian author Aydano Roriz, as well as luso-american author Deana Barroqueiro have written novels about King Sebastian (2002 and 2007, respectively).

After the Brazilian Republic was declared in 1889, several contestatary movements against the republic were inspired of sebastianism. The most noteworthy were the "Guerra de Canudos" (1897-1898) and the "Guerra do Contestado" (1912-1916). Today, portuguese politicians and intellectuals on ocasion refer to the portuguese economy as sebastianist - i.e. awaiting a magic solution to solve all the problems. The myth was also a big part of the "Fifth Empire" ideology in Portugal, which claimed that the portuguese were chosen to build the universal christian empire.

I have also read that the myth was used by Antonio Salazar to undermine democratic and liberal currents.

I found this short extract of Antonio Pereira Nobre and thought it explained the essence of the myth perfectly
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07 Dec 2013 14:04

Thank you, Good Christian.

edit: tinkov did call me a troll..in regards to your question on that thread...coz i told him he was full of ****
Testing the bounds of reality.
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07 Dec 2013 15:32

RedheadDane wrote:Hello, I just felt like making a random poem dump!

(Sticks and Stones) Words

Sticks and stones
may break my bones,
but words...
oh, wait, never mind!
For words can tear my heart apart
and crush my soul like fragile glass.
Few things hurt as bad as words,
and often unintended so.
A harsh remark in anger made,
wounds the other part so bad,
and makes you wish you'd held your tongue.
Words, they are as sharp as knives,
making wounds that shatter lives,
stabs the deepest of a soul,
leaves a gaping, bleeding hole.


If I Could

If I could,
I would,
I would go back in time.
Change all that bad stuff
that should never have been.
If I could,
I would,
I would go back in time.
Stop every disaster,
and stop every war.
Stop every needless
killing and death.
If I could,
I would,
but I can't
and I never should...


Remember

Remember now the friends you had,
those who slipped away.
Remember good times,
not the bad.
Remember living,
not their end.
Remember friends from far and near,
remember smiles and joy.
For even though a life may end.
Too soon!
Too quick!
Too harsh!
Remember life is still a gift,
of wonders we may share.
Remember,
when you want to cry,
best memories you have.
Then, slowly, let those teardrops fall,
no need to feel ashamed.
Remember those who slipped away,
while smiling for their lives.

Thank you GingerViking.
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01 Mar 2014 11:32

Silent Moments

Stop,
for a moment,
stand,
remember.
Heads bowed
not a sound;
as due respect is paid.
Beauty and horror
walking hand-in-hand.
Beauty for the gesture;
for silent memory,
horror for the reason;
which never should have been.
Aka The Ginger One.
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flowers for ALL the poets out there

01 Mar 2014 12:25

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thanks! to everyone for contributing

by chance i'm reading a poetry book 'bee journal' sean borodale and very enjoyable it is................recommended

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