Thursday, September 17, 2009


To Charlotte Cushman by Sidney Lanier

Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam
Into the slumb'rous tissue of some stream,
Till his bright self o'er his bright copy seem
Fulfillment dropping on a come-true dream;
So in this night of art thy soul doth show
Her excellent double in the steadfast flow
Of wishing love that through men's hearts doth go:
At once thou shin'st above and shin'st below.
E'en when thou strivest there within Art's sky
(Each star must o'er a strenuous orbit fly),
Full calm thine image in our love doth lie,
A Motion glassed in a Tranquillity.
So triple-rayed, thou mov'st, yet stay'st, serene --
Art's artist, Love's dear woman, Fame's good queen!

long poem

I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
Was shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head.'
'That made you?' 'Yes.' 'Just the moon and the light it made
Under the tree?' 'Well, your mouth, too.' 'Yes, my mouth?'
'And the quiet there that sang like the drum in the booth.
You shouldn't have danced like that.' 'Like what?' 'So close,
Whith your head turned up, and the flower in your hair, a rose
That smelt all warm.' 'I loved you. I thought you knew
I wouldn't have danced like that with any but you.'
'I didn't know, I thought you knew it was fun.'
'I thought it was love you meant.' 'Well, it's done.' 'Yes, it's done.
I've seen boys stone a blackbird, and watched them drown
A kitten... it clawed at the reeds, and they pushed it down
Into the pool while it screamed. Is that fun, too?'
'Well, boys are like that... Your brothers...' 'Yes, I know.
But you, so lovely and strong! Not you! Not you!'
'They don't understand it's cruel. It's only a game.'
'And are girls fun, too?' 'No, still in a way it's the same.
It's queer and lovely to have a girl...' 'Go on.'
'It makes you mad for a bit to feel she's your own,
And you laugh and kiss her, and maybe you give her a ring,
But it's only in fun.' 'But I gave you everything.'
'Well, you shouldn't have done it. You know what a fellow thinks
When a girl does that.' 'Yes, he talks of her over his drinks
And calles her a--' 'Stop that now, I thought you knew.'
'But it wasn't with anyone else. It was only you.'
'How did I know? I thought you wanted it too.
I thought you were like the rest. Well, what's to be done?'
'To be done' 'Is it all right?' 'Yes.' 'Sure?' 'Yes, but why?'
'I don't know, I thought you where going to cry.
You said you had something to tell me.' 'Yes, I know.
It wasn't anything relly... I think I'll go.'
'Yes, it's late. There's thunder about, a drop of rain
Fell on my hand in the dark. I'll see you again
At the dance next week. You're sure that everything's right?'
'Yes,' 'Well, I'll be going.' 'Kiss me...' 'Good night.' ... 'Good night.'

Best Friends Forever , I miss you GUYS ! poem .

You guys were my best friends,
my shoulders to cry on,
you guys helped me mend my broken hearts,
and laugh the long days away.
We spent every day together at school,
and even on the weekends,
without you two guys in my life,
i would have gotten no where.
We have shared so many inside jokes,
and way too many laughs,
we've ran around like idiots,
and we've made complete fools of ourselves.
You guys were my suport system,
you guys made sure I was never in tears,
you guys spent day after day making me laugh,
and trying to sheild me from all the hurt in life.
You guys were like my family,
my best friends and older brothers,
you guys made sure the guys i dated were nice,
though none of them ever met your standers.
For you guys no one was ever good enough for me,
you guys disapporved of every guy for a fear of me being hurt,
for you guys no guy would ever be good enough for me,
and no guy would ever get your approval.
Mathew me and you were lunch moniters for the grade twos,
we laugh everyday away at lunch and always made idiots of ourselves,
from joking around about my zipper earrings to running the tv around,
from joking around about having road rage to having our serouse talks.
Mathew, you were the smile on my face for so long,
my best friend and without you I wouldnt have learned how to be myself,
you taught me not to care what people think and to always try my best,
and because of you i have gotten to where I am today.
Joey, you've been my best friend for as long as i can remember,
my best friend and someone like an older brother to me,
you have protected me from so much hurt and pain in my life,
and you have been my shoulder to cry on countless times.
We've laughed and joked around about boys and stupid names,
we had our stupid lil fights but way more laughs and jokes,
like making our movie about your scotter and making fun of boys,
you have always made me laugh and smile.
You two boys have done countless things for me,
you guys were so much more then my best friends you guys were family,
and now we never talk anymore theres no communication,
and it hurts me inside everyday to realise i've lost my best friends.
You boys will always hold this special place inside my heart,
I havent forgotten about either of you guys and I never will,
theres always going to be memouries of us replaying in my mind,
and pictures of our crazy moments that we can always look at.
You guys will never be forgotten and I will never turn my back on yous,
we just all have our own lives and I guess we're just always busy,
but I really do need you guys back into my life,
because without my best friends lifes just not the same.

For My Best Friend

For My Best Friend
This is for you, my best friend, the one person i can tell my soul too Who can relate to me like no other Who I can laugh with to no extents, Who I can cry too when times are tough, Who can help me with the problems of my life.
Never have you turned your back on me Or told me I wasnt good enough Or let me down
I don't think you know what that means to me You have went through so much pain and you still have time For me. And I love you for listening even when inside YOU are dying And I look up too you because you are strong, and caring and beautiful. Even though you don't think you are.
And I hope you know that I am always here To listen to you laugh and cry and help In all the ways that i can And I will try to be at least half the friend you are To me.
I hope you know I would not be the person I am today, with out you. My best friend.


Saturday, September 12, 2009

Rest in Peace

Why do we need rest in peace?
Why after death, relaxation and at ease?
Why do we not care any body in youth and tease?
Is the peace available on demand and lease?

This question all the time baffle,
Mind and thoughts both scuffle,
Was it not in our hands to make life?
Less vulnerable when situation was rife,

Whole life we struggled and fought,
For nothing but gain or loss brought,
Blessings, grace never desired and sought,
Did all stupidity but never got caught,

Played hell with human lives an values,
Never paid their honourable dues,
Longed for pleasure and honeydews,
Considered lucky among wealthy few,

Thought of purchasing simply by money,
Muscle and wealth power only main key,
Wondered at sea shores for precious pearls,
Did not bother about any or abuse hurls,

After so much dismal and poor show,
Concern for late life naturally grow,
Heart skips with at simple voice of crow,
Reddishness on cheek disappears and dimmed glow,

Days and nights seem so longer,
Early end of life grow so stronger,
In my own circle I am reduced to stranger,
I have no hard feelings and even anger,

With passage of time D day has come?
Even with disliking it is always welcome,
Final end may be near and still no rest,
I try to conceal face with optimum best,

Why to have peace even in grave?
Life I lived with front brave.
It is not on with final fare well,
Rest may be ok but not final tale.

O my luve's like a red, red rose.

That's newly sprung in June;

O my luve's like a melodie

That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will love thee still, my Dear,

Till a'the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun:

I will luve thee still, my Dear,

While the sands o'life shall run.

And fare thee weel my only Luve!

And fare thee weel a while!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

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You're nothing more than
Just my Love
Everything; which is everything
Is all there was
Is and still to be
Empty fluttering my panic
Is amidst the void
The void is left, all that's left
That and the listless
Faintful knees

The pouting and crying
And struggled breath
Grips the grasp of the
Faithful dark; clutching not
But all in all
Leading us down the
Hallowed hall appalled to be
Too large too small
My panic sets as
Hate begets

Plot the plight as it
Turns for worse
The stony heart; that hateful thing
Sings its song to bliss
Its own, the seeds it's sown
The time I've sown
With all my Love
To stay the course
Clutching not; was all for not
The dark ensues is all that's
Left and all that's left; my panic
Sets as the pain begets