The Appeal

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The Appeal

Postby linuxguru1968 » Tue Nov 04, 2014 10:38 pm

If I have given you delight
By aught that I have done
Let me lie quiet in that night
Which shall be yours anon

And for the little, little, span
The dead are born in mind
Seek not to question other than
The books I leave behind

-- Kippling

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Re: The Appeal

Postby Ezra Lb. » Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:38 am

Ay, sounds it not like some old well-known tale?
For me, I estimate their works and them
So rightly, that at times I almost dream
I too have spent a life the sages' way,
And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance
I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago; and in that act, a prayer
For one more chance went up so earnest, so
Instinct with better light let in by death,
That life was blotted out—not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain,
Dim memories, as now, when once more seems
The goal in sight again. All which, indeed,
Is foolish, and only means—the flesh I wear,
The earth I tread, are not more clear to me
Than my belief, explained to you or no.
- Robert Browning, Paracelsus
“We must not always talk in the marketplace,” Hester Prynne said, “of what happens to us in the forest.”
-Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

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Re: The Appeal

Postby linuxguru1968 » Wed Nov 05, 2014 6:42 pm

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of
weeping than you can understand
-- Yeats

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Re: The Appeal

Postby Tim Raven » Wed Nov 05, 2014 7:43 pm

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.


W.H. Auden

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Re: The Appeal

Postby linuxguru1968 » Thu Nov 06, 2014 12:08 am

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
-- Joyce Kilner Died age 31
Sniper bullet 1918

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Re: The Appeal

Postby Lori Koonce » Thu Nov 06, 2014 2:13 pm

A bit of self indulgence... I posted this about a year or or so ago during a rather dark part of my life.
Voices

I try to ignore them
But their steady staccato rhythm
Has worn a groove
Deep within my brain


You are failure
You don't measure up
No one cares
Why do you care

The drone of my voices
Is what I have to work with
And work is what I will
Do with my dying breath

So, count me down
But not quite out.

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Re: The Appeal

Postby linuxguru1968 » Thu Nov 06, 2014 7:12 pm

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old—
This knight so bold—
And o’er his heart a shadow—
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow—
‘Shadow,’ said he,
‘Where can it be—
This land of Eldorado?’

‘Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,’
The shade replied,—
‘If you seek for Eldorado!’


--EA Poe

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Re: The Appeal

Postby Chuck Messer » Tue Nov 11, 2014 9:08 am

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.

Shovel them under and let me work—

I am the grass; I cover all.


And pile them high at Gettysburg

And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.

Shovel them under and let me work.

Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:

What place is this?

Where are we now?


I am the grass.

Let me work.

Carl Sandburg
Some people are wedded to their ideology the way nuns are wed to God.

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Re: The Appeal

Postby linuxguru1968 » Wed Nov 12, 2014 3:42 am

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-- Robert Frost

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Re: The Appeal

Postby linuxguru1968 » Wed Nov 12, 2014 6:35 pm

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

--Henley


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