Poem of the Day

[Fabregas]

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[Heliostropolis]

Elegy by Arthur Guiterman

 

The jackals prowl, the serpents hiss

In what was once Persepolis.

Proud Babylon is but a trace

Upon the desert's dusty face.

The topless towers of Ilium

Are ashes. Judah's harp is dumb.

The fleets of Ninevah and Tyre

Are down with Davy Jones, Esquire,

And all the oligarchies, kings,

And potentates that ruled these things

Are gone! But cheer up; don't be sad;

Think what a lovely time they had!

[Mr. Somalia]

may i feel said he... by e.e. cummings

 

may i feel said he

(i'll squeal said she

just once said he)

it's fun said she

 

(may i touch said he

how much said she

a lot said he)

why not said she

 

(let's go said he

not too far said she

what's too far said he

where you are said she)

 

may i stay said he

(which way said she

like this said he

if you kiss said she

 

may i move said he

is it love said she)

if you're willing said he

(but you're killing said she

 

but it's life said he

but your wife said she

now said he)

ow said she

 

(tiptop said he

don't stop said she

oh no said he)

go slow said she

 

(cccome? said he

ummm said she)

you're divine! said he

(you are Mine said she)

[SeeKer]

^^^ I don't think I have ever come across this poem before. Vivid images though

[DeadlyVision]

testing...

[DeadlyVision]

Quest to fly to find peace

Only to hold hands with the piece

Spittin' rounds with ease

Loving hate we War 4 peace...

..

Qoxooti on the role, kickin' 2makeDa goal

Plottin' plots to climp up da pole

Presidential scroll, fast lane no hold, u know

I Never fold, too old to hear da some story told

Heart frozen &feelin'z got too cold

Lost sense of being, lost the feelings u hold!

So dearly, clearly, No love nor peace is near me!

I got booted along with the rest of ya'all

To a foriegne borin' from winter 2fall seasonal

Won't u make da call to citty hall,

To form formation through simple information

To help provent poverty through the immigiration

Use education with patienice...self emige on my future scrimage..

 

 

..

[Mr. Somalia]

Originally posted by SeeKer:

^^^ I don't think I have ever come across this poem before. Vivid images though

Yeah, Cummings is awesome! Here are two more favorite poems of mine by him...

 

since feeling is first by e.e. cummings

 

since feeling is first

who pays any attention

to the syntax of things

will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool

while Spring is in the world

 

my blood approves,

and kisses are a better fate

than wisdom

lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry

—the best gesture of my brain is less than

your eyelids' flutter which says

 

we are for each other: then

laugh, leaning back in my arms

for life's not a paragraph

 

And death i think is no parenthesis

 

 

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what if a much of a which of a wind by e.e. cummings

 

what if a much of a which of a wind

gives the truth to summer's lie;

bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun

and yanks immortal stars awry?

Blow king to beggar and queen to seem

(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)

—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,

the single secret will still be man

 

what if a keen of a lean wind flays

screaming hills with sleet and snow:

strangles valleys by ropes of thing

and stifles forests in white ago?

Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind

(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)

—whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,

it's they shall cry hello to the spring

 

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream

bites this universe in two,

peels forever out of his grave

and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?

Blow soon to never and never to twice

(blow life to isn't:blow death to was)

—all nothing's only our hugest home;

the most who die, the more we live

[General Duke]

but it's life said he

but your wife said she

now said he)

ow said she

 

(tiptop said he

don't stop said she

oh no said he)

go slow said she

 

(cccome? said he

ummm said she)

you're divine! said he

(you are Mine said she)

That was fantastic.

[Cara.]

anyone lived in a pretty how town by e.e. cummings

 

anyone lived in a pretty how town

(with up so floating many bells down)

spring summer autumn winter

he sang his didn't he danced his did

 

Women and men(both little and small)

cared for anyone not at all

they sowed their isn't they reaped their same

sun moon stars rain

 

children guessed(but only a few

and down they forgot as up they grew

autumn winter spring summer)

that noone loved him more by more

 

when by now and tree by leaf

she laughed his joy she cried his grief

bird by snow and stir by still

anyone's any was all to her

 

someones married their everyones

laughed their cryings and did their dance

(sleep wake hope and then)they

said their nevers they slept their dream

 

stars rain sun moon

(and only the snow can begin to explain

how children are apt to forget to remember

with up so floating many bells down)

 

one day anyone died i guess

(and noone stooped to kiss his face)

busy folk buried them side by side

little by little and was by was

 

all by all and deep by deep

and more by more they dream their sleep

noone and anyone earth by april

wish by spirit and if by yes.

 

Women and men(both dong and ding)

summer autumn winter spring

reaped their sowing and went their came

sun moon stars rain

[General Duke]

let’s live suddenly without thinking by E. E. Cummings

 

let’s live suddenly without thinking

under honest trees,

a stream

does the brain of cleverly-crinkling

-water pursues the angry dream

of the shore. By midnight,

a moon

scratches the skin of the organised hills

 

an edged nothing begins to prune

 

let’s live like the light that kills

and let’s as silence,

because Whirl’s after all:

(after me) love, and after you.

I occasionally feel vague how

vague idon’t know tenuous Now-

spears and The Then-arrows making do

our mouths something red, something tall

[Mr. Somalia]

^^^

 

LOL...I guess we all admire Cummings now.

 

e.e. Cummings is one of the best poets in the world even though some of his poems get pretty graphic for some. I recommend you guys read all his works of poetry!

 

check this nugget of pure brilliance out...

 

because i love you)last night by e.e.Cummings

 

because i love you)last night

 

clothed in sealace

appeared to me

your mind drifting

with chuckling rubbish

of pearl weed coral and stones;

 

lifted,and(before my

eyes sinking)inward,fled; softly

your face smile breasts gargled

by death:drowned only

 

again carefully through deepness to rise

these your wrists

thighs feet hands

 

poising

to again utterly disappear;

rushing gently swiftly creeping

through my dreams last

night,all of your

body with its spirit floated

(clothed only in

 

the tide's acute weaving murmur

 

 

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p.s

(I urge y'all to read it again and this time around read it slow, and notice the cool effect he creates by his unrelenting use of the 'r' and 'l' sounds-- as though he's out to induce the image of someone gasping for breath from under water as if dying by drowning or --as some have hinted-- drowning in orgasm...!)

[Mr. Somalia]

Denmark, Kangaroo, Orange by Kevin Griffith

 

Pick a number from one to ten. Okay, now multiply that number by nine. You will have a two-digit number. Add those two digits. Now subtract five from that number. Take that number and find

its corresponding letter in the alphabet (1=A, 2=B, etc.). Now think of a country that begins with that letter. Now name an animal that begins with the last letter of the country. Finally, name

a fruit that begins with the last letter of that animal.

[Haatu]

^^^^ huh?

[Mr. Somalia]

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

 

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of ANNABEL LEE;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

 

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love-

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

 

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

 

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me-

Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

 

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

 

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,

In the sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

 

 

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[Mr. Somalia]

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

 

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 seem

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 they 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 pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?