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Poetry

Started by Jeanne Lee, April 02, 2016, 01:56:33 PM

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Marilyne

Ferocious - I like Dylan Thomas, and Richard Burton has the perfect voice to read his poetry!  R. Burton is my long time favorite actor, so I love to listen to him, or watch his movies.  I wonder who the artist is on this video?  Fun to watch the artwork, as the poem moves along.  Thanks for posting.

Ferocious

Pam Ayres: Dad's Swimming Costume


The superb Pam enthralling us with one of her funny stories.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGcKVumVO08

Ferocious

Hello, is there anyone there?

Here's Pam with one of her clever, funny poems.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImU2zBSYSiU

Marilyne

Good morning Ferocious - Yes, I'm always checking in, and enjoying what you or anyone else posts here.  I did watch both YouTube videos featuring Pam, but had a hard time understanding her?  Do we both speak English? LOL  It's a problem I have, when I listen to someone from the UK, or Australia.  The language is the same, but the accent is on different syllables.  I can figure it out if I watch and listen long enough! ???

MarsGal

Rats! I just lost my post. Oh, well, once again into the breach---

I am not big on poetry but have always liked Ogden Nash, Robert Frost, and Helen Steiner Rice (whose poems graced many wonderful greeting cards). Tennyson's "The Lady of Shallot" is a worthy read. In fact, we read it for a discussion group a few years back. I also liked reading the epic poems, The Iliad and The Odyssey, and Gilgamesh. I did not, however, like Ovid's Metamorphosis  , but quite possibly that was because it was part of a Latin class where we were rotating translating the sentences. I was concentrating on translating my sentences, which made it all kind of disjointed. There others I could probably list, but those are what come to mind just now. Oh, and I am not particularly fond of Shakespeare's Sonnets.

Anyhow, I post one now and again, over on SeniorLearn.org when something strikes me interesting. I don't think I've ever posted one here. But I do look in.

Ferocious

For Marilyne and Marsgal

Richard Burton reads John Donne's poem 'Go and catch a falling star'


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiZygUSkMYw

Marilyne

Ferocious  - Now that's more like it! :)  I'll listen to anything Richard Burton has to say!  Also I like John Donne's, "Go and catch a falling star", and others by him as well.

Lindancer

Marilyne, Ialso have a hard time understanding

MarsGal, when my sons were small I use to read poem and story poems to my son every night Mark had me red Little Orphan Annie all the time and Dennis like Casey at the Bat.

Here are two short poem from Marks book of poems:
                                                    THE SPRING OF LIFE
                                    The spring of life is like the beginning of a river
                                                   Thousand of littlestreams
                                                Created by other winters ends
                                             Andblends in a flowing existence
                                    Which with a combine love of there rivers
                                                 Forms the ocean of humanity
                                                        ......................

                                                   TRIP TO THE ZOO
                                                Mother, the tigers are gone
                                                       Where are they?
                                                        If they are not here
                                                        Where can they be?
                                                 I have seen their pictures in the text books
                                                  But the cages at the Zoo are empty
                                                   The must be where?  Are they?



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JeanneP

#128


Jeanne Pentecost <gmjeannep2@gmail.com>
   
11:54 AM (6 hours ago)
   


Some time when you're feeling important,
Some time when your ego's in bloom.
Some time when you take it for granted.
You're the best qualified man in the room.
Some time when you feel that your going
Would leave an unfillable hole,
Just follow these simple instructions
and see how it humbles your soul.

Take a basin and fill it with water,
Put your hands in up to the wrists,
Pull them out, and the hole that remains
Is a measure of how you'll be missed.

You may splash all you please as you enter,
You can stir up the water galore,
But stop, and you'll find in a minute,
that it looks the same as before.
The moral of this is quite simple,
Just do the best that you can,
Be proud of yourself, but remember-

There is no indispensable man.

by Saxon White Kessinger.   

Jeanne Pentecost
   
   
   
   
JeanneP

MarsGal

Enjoyed the poem Jeanne. Thanks.

Vanilla-Jackie

#130
Jeanne P...
...thank you...I copied and pasted this for my UK forum...had two uplifting comments already... :)
" There is no present like the time "

Vanilla-Jackie

#131
Somebody mentioned Al Jolson ( of the Black and White Minstrels ) fame..which brought this to mind...

When I Leave the World Behind
Al Jolson

I know a millionaire who's burdened down with care
A load is on his mind
He's thinking of the day
When he must pass away
And leave his wealth behind
I haven't any gold to leave when I grow old
Somehow it passed me by
I'm very poor but still
I leave a precious will
When I must say goodbye

I leave the sunshine to the flowers
I leave the springtime to the trees
And to the old folks I leave the memories
Of a baby on their knees
I leave the nighttime to the dreamers
I leave the songbirds to the blind
I leave the moon above to those in love
When I leave the world behind
When I leave the world behind.

To ev'ry wrinkled face
I'll leave a fireplace
To paint their fav'rite scene:
Within the golden rays
Scenes of their childhood days
When they were sweet sixteen.
I'll leave them each a song
To sing the whole day long
As toward the end they plod.
To ev'ry broken heart
With sorrow torn apart
I'll leave the love of God.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pb-9lk249v4
" There is no present like the time "

Vanilla-Jackie

~ Iris Hellelden

You will never be old with a twinkle in your eye
With the springtime in your heart as you watch the winter fly
You will never be old while you have a smile to share
While you wonder at mankind and you find the time to care
While there's magic in your world and a special dream to hold
While you still can laugh at life you will never be old
" There is no present like the time "

Marilyne

Jackie - That's a very cheerful, upbeat poem!  Maybe it will help me today, to have a more positive attitude toward life. :)

SCFSue

I've put this little poem here before--I don't know the origin or the poet's name--but here it is again.

"Spring has sprung,
The grass has ris.

I wonder where the flowers is!"

Just a little nonsense for a dreary February day.
SCFSue

Marilyne

Sue - Thank you for that little reminder of Spring! I also remember that little nonsense rhyme. :)

I'm so happy to see signs of Spring this year. I've always liked the month of March, so I'm looking forward to next week. It's an unpredictable month, as far as weather is concerned, but rain or shine, I love it.  The position of the sun seems to do a major shift toward the end of February and throws a different slant of light on everything.

Lots of memorable poetry has been written about Spring..  Maybe those of you who read this folder, can contribute a couple that you especially like. Here is one that I remember from long ago.

The Year's At The Spring - by Robert Browning

The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven —
All's right with the world!

   

Mary Ann

To go along with Sue's poem -

Spring has sprung
Fall has fell
Winter is here
And it's cold as usual.

I also do not know the origin.

Now I'll go into hiding!

Mary Ann

SCFSue

Mary Ann, I always thought that poem's first verse ended in HE double toothpicks!

Just kidding!
Sue

Mary Ann

#138
Sue, maybe we had to learn my version because the other word was not allowed in our household.  Actually, all of my friends used my version and I probably learned it from them!  Ha!

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Mary Ann

MarsGal

This is at the beginning of a Gothic supernatural mystery that I pulled off Project Gutenberg. The book is titled Death, the Knight and the Lady by H. De Vere Stacpoole. Arras is city in France once known for its' rich wall tapestries in the 14th and 15th centuries. These tapestries were referred to as Arras tapestries, or simply Arras.

Ballad of the Arras

Lo! where are now these armoured hosts
Mailed for the tourney cap-a-pie,
These dames and damozelles where ghosts
Make of the past this pagentry?

O sanguine book of History!
Romance with perfume cloaks they must,
But he who shakes the page may see
--Dust.

Stiff hangs the arras in the gloom;
I turn my head awhile to gaze:
Here lordly stallions fret and fume,
Here streams o'er briar and brake the chase.

Here sounds a horn, here turns a face,
How filled with fires of life and lust!
Wind shakes the arras and betrays
--Dust

Ephemeral hand inditing this
Great hound that lolls against my knee,
Lips pursed in thought as if to kiss
Regret--full soon the time must be.

When one shall search, but find not ye,
For that dim moth whose labours rust
All forms in them or tapestry
--Dust

Forth offspring to the perch and then
Clap wings--or fall, if find you must
This saddest fate of books or men
--Dust


Interesting, easy read, story set in the 19th century, I think. There are two other poems in the book, but not as compelling  as this. (The spelling is as in the poem.)

Marilyne

MarsGal - what a beautiful poem! As I read it over again, the  second time, I began to visualize the Arras tapestries. They can easily come to life in your imagination - stallions, hounds, a face.  The last line is thought provoking for sure - "This saddest fate of books or men . . . Dust".

Vanilla-Jackie

St Patricks Day poem 17th March ( 2019..)

Christ with me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right,
Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down,
Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.
" There is no present like the time "

Marilyne

Jackie - Thank you for posting!  That poem certainly has a clear message!  Very nice.  I think I'll look around for some meaningful poetry this afternoon, and maybe I'll find something worthy of posting.

Lindancer

It is Spring, I have put this in before, but we all need a little cheer:
                I use to love my garden
                 But now my love is dead
                I found a bachelor button in
                 Black Eyed Susan's bed

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Marilyne

Gloria de - That is such a cute poem for Spring!  It does make me smile!  We need more things like that to lift our spirits!   ;D  :thumbup:

JeanneP

That is a cute one. Never read it before.
Doesn't feel like spring here. Cold and windy.🤢  Wish it would make up its mind if it wanted to stay spring. Trees were leafying out good and then the rain an winds came and they are bare again.
I think I am finely going to spend time trying to learn windows 10 on this new computer.  I got the book. "Windows 10 for seniors"Dummies. 🤷‍♀️I sure wish I still had my W7. Also my old keyboard. This curved one I will have to work with and try keeping my hands turned out. I think I am just going to stop buying new technology. finely spent 2 hours setting up a new I phone  so could use Texting. They don't want to use Emailing anymore. Everyone into Facebook or Text.
As I am typing this I am trying out the different keys on keyboard. I thought we once had a place on S and F where we could use to practice doing things.
JeanneP

Lindancer

Jeanne, I saw that poem in Brookgreen Gardens,SC years ago and it caught my eye. I saw another one there called Lydia and Louise, it was a poem about a southern grandmother and a Northern grandmother, which my children had. My mother was from NY and Cyriels mother form Ala.

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Vanilla-Jackie

AS I SIT HERE SAFE IN HEAVEN...( for all who are grieving as I am after the sudden loss of my partner of 19 years...Richard..)

To many I am forgotten
Just a sad story from the past
but to those that love and lost me
the memories will always last

As I sit here safe in heaven
and watch you everyday
I try and let you know with signs
I never went away...

I hear you when your speaking
and watch you as you sleep
I even place my arms around you
to calm you as you weep

I see you wish the days away
as you beg to have me home
so I try and send you messages
that you are not alone

Don't feel guilty that you have a life
that was denied to me
oh, heaven is truly beautiful,
just you wait and see

Please live your life and laugh again
Enjoy yourself, be free!
Then I'll know with every breath you take
you're taking one for me...

~ by Hazel Birdsall   
" There is no present like the time "

Vanilla-Jackie

#148
If I Can't....
Julie Stevens publishes poetry under the name Jumping Jules. She writes honest, funny, and moving poems about her experiences living with MS. Her poem, If I can't, won a hiddenvoices poetry award in 2019. It's about how MS wont win and how there's always a different way of looking at things.


If I can't walk that fast
then I'll start a new race
If I can't keep my balance
Then I'll sing as I sway
If i can't use my hand
Then I'll learn a new trick
If i get so very tired
Then I'll run in my sleep
If the heat is too much
Then I'll wave at the sun
If i forget the answer
Then I'll find a new question
If i can't sleep at night
Then I'll say good morning to the stars
" There is no present like the time "

Marilyne

Jackie - That's a good poem, by Julie Stevens, about "outsmarting" MS.  It's a very inspirational message, for those who suffer with MS.  Thanks for posting in this folder.  It's been neglected for a long time.