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- From: KK (@ 192.148.141.70)
on: Thu Jul 20 23:47:28 EDT 2000
Twenty Love Poems and a
Song of Despair
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write for example, 'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to a pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Pablo Neruda
- From: cg (@ 210.214.8.78)
on: Fri Jul 21 10:46:05 EDT 2000
This is my prayer to thee, my lord - strike,
strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the stregnth lightl;y to bear
my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength to make
my love fruitful in service.
Give me the strength never
to disown the poor
or bend my knees before insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise
my mind high above daily trifles.
And give me the strength to surrender
my strength to thy will with love.
- Rabindranath Tagore Gitanjali
- From: KK (@ 192.148.141.70)
on: Sun Jul 23 21:42:34 EDT 2000
A Man Sings in a Photograph to his Child
The young man cradling his sick child, sings:
"You are my sunshine".
Wearing Levi's button-fly jeans,
Soiled brown, and black, and tan, a collage of grease.
Twenty three year old,
He cradles and sings to his nine-month-old child,
While they sink into a chair he and his live-in girlfriend
Bargained out of a garage sale three years ago.
The chair of frayed fabric and
Black holes where Cigarettes
Have melted polyester
Indents,
Soiled white carpet,
Worn through in places,
This reveals a cement foundation.
The house dissolves itself from beneath.
The carpet resembles the jeans:
Stained with oil splotches
From where the twenty-three year old man
Has dismantled and repaired:
Oscillators, C.V. joints, water-pumps
From rusted Mustangs and wrecked Chevys,
Refusing to let go,
Spring and scrues* , bolts and shavings,
Spare parts wound into fibers.
Beside The man sitting in his chair, holding his child:
a white end-table
Crippled and wobbling on a phone book for support;
Its left corner revealing uncrumbling particle board.
And on top of the table
Three mugs of half empty coffee
Crowned with rings of white and green fungus
And an ashtray overflowing with spent cigarettes.
Except one cigarette
Smolders in the dish,
The cigarette weaves a cyclone of blue smoke
Away from the ashtray,
Floats between the cups, around the table,
Down into the carpet of oil and dirt;
Fans the chair with blue breath,
And filters out through a window,
And into sunshine.
-Brandon Emlinger
*-Unable to post the actual word as it was not allowed in the forum
- From: KK (@ 192.148.141.70)
on: Thu Jul 27 02:40:54 EDT 2000
CLENCHED SOUL
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.
I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.
I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
--Pablo Neruda
- From: N.YASHILIA (@ proxy.sjc.netsetter.org)
on: Sat Aug 12 04:31:15 EDT 2000
I WANT TO BE LOVED
AND I WANT A TRUE LOVE,
WHERE CAN I FIND LOVE?
DESPERATELY.
AFTER SEARCHING HIGH AND LOW,
NEVER DID I FIND LOVE
AND NOW WHEN I'VE FOUND ONE,
MY HEART BLOOMS TIME AND AGAIN,
BUT NEVERTHELESS,
IT WAS DESTROYED
BY WHOM, MAY I KNOW?
THUS
NOW IT'S OBVIOUS,
THERE'S NO TRUE LOVE THAN OUR
DEVOTION TO GOD
IT'S USELESS TO LOVE MEN FOR THEY'LL
ONLY MADE US SUFFER
NO USE TO GIVE OUR HEART AND SOUL
AS THEY'LL TEAR THEM INTO PIECES
I'LL CAST AWAY MY BROKEN HEART,
AND FIND THE REMEDY BY DEVOTING TO GOD,
ONLY HE KNOWS HOW I FEEL.
AFTER GOING OFF THE DEEP END.
I'M PROUD OF ME,
FOR WILLING TO JOT THEE,
I'M READY TO BE FREE.....
TO LOVE,
I WISH YOU
ADIOS AMIGOS!
THIS MASTER PIECES WAS WRITTEN BY,
N.YASHILIA.
- From: Rasigan (@ 202.9.147.56)
on: Sat Aug 12 05:49:10 EDT 2000
YASHILIA,
IAM GLAD TO HEAR THAT YOU HAD FOUND YOUR LOVER,
BUT YOU ARE MISTAKEN MY DEAR,
TRY TO FIND YOUR LOVED ONE IN EACH AND EVERY HUMAN
IF YOU CAN'T ,THEN YOUR LOVE WILL BE AN INCOMPLETED AND MEANLINGLESS ONE.REMEBER WE ARE ALL FROM ONE MOTHER AND EVEN NOW YOU COULDNOT HAVE A SECOND OPION OF YOUR LOVE TOWARDS
CHILDREN
AMBUDAN RASIGAN
- From: Yashilia (@ proxy.sjc.netsetter.org)
on: Sun Aug 13 03:31:04 EDT 2000
i really don't get what Rasigan is trying to say.
- From: Rasigan (@ 202.9.180.124)
on: Mon Aug 14 00:19:06 EDT 2000
YASHILIA,
THE WAY YOU HAVE EXPRESSED WAS VERY GOOD,I TOLD MY OPINION ABOUT YOUR THOUGHTS,GO THROUGH THE MAIL
- From: dhana (@ figment3.gs.com)
on: Mon Aug 14 09:59:56 EDT 2000
Hi Yashila,
Question.
Was this poem to bring out a solution to frustrations which we human beings face often or was this poem written when the poet had thought of the situations prevailing in the earth and pondered about it to get a solution?
- From: N.Yashilia (@ proxy.sjc.netsetter.org)
on: Mon Aug 14 10:33:21 EDT 2000
the poem above is just a clear picture
of nowadays love. I didn't meant to
hurt anybody.It's my view , yours may be
different.
thank you.
p/s: Thanks Rasigan 4 your mail.
- From: dhana (@ figment3.gs.com)
on: Mon Aug 14 10:55:28 EDT 2000
question again.
Could I write something and say, this is my thought, not necessary it is correct, and leave it as such.
In that way, I could convert a bitter experience in few situations and write a poem which may not be valid after a while, even for me.
Shouldn't poems have a good stand over time and also a good stand over many of our views.
- From: N.Yashilia (@ proxy.iad2.netsetter.com)
on: Tue Aug 15 02:42:36 EDT 2000
hello dhana,
sorry Sir i coundn't write any poems
that can fit everybody. I've not enough
capabitily to do so. Hope u can understand.
- From: N.Yashilia (@ proxy.iad2.netsetter.com)
on: Tue Aug 15 02:56:55 EDT 2000
here's my new one> hope u all like it.
LOVE IS SOMETHING THAT
COME FROM YOUR SWEET LITTLE HEART
IT IS ALSO WONDERFUL AND SWEET,
THE LOVE IS SOMETHING THAT YOU
CAN'T SHOW, BUT YOU CAN FEEL
IT WILL BE MORE WONDERFUL IF YOU
KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH IT,
IT IS HARD TO GET A REAL AND TRUE LOVE,
BUT ONCE YOU GET IT THEN YOU'LL KNOW
WHAT
LOVE MEANS
LOVE IS A SILENT VOICE
ONLY THE HEART CAN HEAR......
A TOUCH OF,
YASHILIA.
- From: rasigan (@ 202.9.182.3)
on: Thu Aug 17 11:08:25 EDT 2000
"LOVE IS A SILENT VOICE
ONLY THE HEART CAN HEAR...... "
VAH!VAH! Keep it up
- From: KK (@ 192.148.141.70)
on: Fri Aug 18 02:36:26 EDT 2000
My Heart Will Go On
Every night in my dreams
I see you.
I feel you.
That is how I know you go on.
Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on.
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on.
Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go till we're one.
Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to
In my life we'll always go on
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on.
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
You're here,
there's nothing I fear,
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
(Song from the film Titanic)
- From: Yashilia (@ proxy.sjc.netsetter.org)
on: Fri Aug 18 10:17:30 EDT 2000
i love that song Rasigan.
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