jeffrey robin
Jul 27, 2010

nobility assaulted

how do we judge eachother......what IS
...........a MAN?

we may talk of "time and space" and all of its dimensions

but

what is OUR paradigm?

why are we  so
"twisted?"

the defining activity

TO SIMPLY BREATHE!

and no one knows it after these millions or billions of years!

day after day ......dribbles by

as we write love songs!!!!!

(love songs to lovers now strangers
AFTER they have gone!)

well......DEEP BREATHERS!

time for the LONG HARD ONE!

but , for this one time

let us "put it ALL"
on the line

and, whatever is there "at the end"

let us be THAT, my friends

What say you noble men of old?
Searle
Searle
May 28

What say you noble men of old?
William with your pen shaking
Like the Speare of a savage?
Spilling your mind across the pages
Which Robert in all his haste Burns

And you lonely Oscar?
Having passed Eugene in the corn Field
And Rupert by the trickling Brooke,
Only to lose yourself in the Wilde

What say you of Edgar Lee,
Who left his Masters
And with Swift Jonathan
Crossed the Gray Moore to the Thomas’s

And when said Thomas stood
With handman, noose and Hood
“What a pity”, as Robert said
Laying them in their winters Graves

A poem to the great poets of old
#poetry   #fun   #poets   #men   #history  

A flowerless tree
Just standing there silently
Waiting for spring time

Your noble gesture
Christine Kelley
Christine Kelley
Jan 29, 2013      Jan 30, 2013

Your noble gesture
(if that's the phrase to use)
stands on the shore of
good intentions--
rotting like chivalry,
the crumbling palace--
waving Circe's wand
at chauvinism.

"Now did you mark a falcon,
  Sister dear, sister dear,
Flying toward my window
  In the morning cool and clear?
With jingling bells about her neck,
  But what beneath her wing?
It may have been a ribbon,
  Or it may have been a ring."--
      "I marked a falcon swooping
        At the break of day:
      And for your love, my sister dove,
        I 'frayed the thief away."--

"Or did you spy a ruddy hound,
  Sister fair and tall,
Went snuffing round my garden bound,
  Or crouched by my bower wall?
With a silken leash about his neck;
  But in his mouth may be
A chain of gold and silver links,
  Or a letter writ to me."--
      "I heard a hound, high-born sister,
        Stood baying at the moon:
      I rose and drove him from your wall
        Lest you should wake too soon."--

"Or did you meet a pretty page
  Sat swinging on the gate;
Sat whistling, whistling like a bird,
  Or may be slept too late:
With eaglets broidered on his cap,
  And eaglets on his glove?
If you had turned his pockets out,
  You had found some pledge of love."--
      "I met him at this daybreak,
        Scarce the east was red:
      Lest the creaking gate should anger you,
        I packed him home to bed."--

"O patience, sister. Did you see
  A young man tall and strong,
Swift-footed to uphold the right
  And to uproot the wrong,
Come home across the desolate sea
  To woo me for his wife?
And in his heart my heart is locked,
  And in his life my life."--
      "I met a nameless man, sister,
        Who loitered round our door:
      I said: Her husband loves her much.
        And yet she loves him more."--

"Fie, sister, fie, a wicked lie,
  A lie, a wicked lie;
I have none other love but him,
  Nor will have till I die.
And you have turned him from our door,
  And stabbed him with a lie:
I will go seek him thro' the world
  In sorrow till I die."--
      "Go seek in sorrow, sister,
        And find in sorrow too:
      If thus you shame our father's name
        My curse go forth with you."

NyQuil
NyQuil
Apr 19

I'll come to an end soon, maybe even by the time this is read.
I'm not afraid of death I just want you all to hope I go somewhere better than the world now.
I've done much wrong in my life and people will never forgive me and I'm sorry.
just please for the love of God forgive me for all I've done.
I will always love my dear bestfriend till the end of time.
Until heaven comes falling through the sky.
Until the flames of hell burn out.
Until the universe is no longer.
I was never very religious but at good time I'd look to the sky and thank someone, God, Jesus. Whoever could hear I'd thank them for you.
For what you've all done for me
I'd thank whoever heard me for great times in life.
In times of trouble I'd pray for help, for light. Sometimes it really would come. So I pray now that the universe stays infinite and growing. I hope heaven never comes crashing down.
I don't ever want to stop loving you all.
The first time I realized praying works is with Laurel Gallamore.
I prayed and sobbed for another chance.
I was blessed with more.
I've never treated you the best, and I've never actually told you but I truly love you and will always care about you.
Jordan, damn I can't remember when I met you but I'm really very thankful for you.
You're there for me when I felt different, you were there when I needed you.
I love you for taking me as a friend and for being such a great friend.
I'm still sorry for the candy bar, please forgive me.
Kalie, I remember I didn't even know you for a while and I saw you. Upstairs 500, Mowglis tee. I told you I liked your shirt and later that day you were part of the group forever. I love you a lot for being such a great friend and talking to me while I type this, you're amazing and I'm sorry for being so rude at times but you're an amazing girl and one of my bestfriends and I'll always care about you and will always love you and don't ever forget that.
Austin, you're my oldest friend. I'm 99.9% sure since third grade I've known you and you've been nothing but great. I'll never forget summer of 2013. Damn we talked from dusk till dawn about girls we thought would be the end of us. You've always been a great guy and I still ain't gay but I love you man.
Maybe this isn't the end but even when time slows more and more until earth is completely still, until we fade from one another. I pray that we don't, I hope and hope earth never stands still.
All the seas in the world couldn't hold my tears if I was forced to stop loving you all.
You're all true best friends
Amazing people
Years from now I hope we all know one another and are just as close as we are now.
I hope when we are old and gone
When we're gray and forgotten.
I just really hope I can be with you all in every other life there is.
I only wish I could show how I feel but my love for you all will never fade.
Not even if
Heaven comes falling through the sky.
If the flames of hell burn out.
Not even if the universe is no longer.
You will all, always be more than anyone could ever ask for.

p.s. that last line rhymed

This is an honest.. I guess you could say spill of thoughts about my real life, real best friends. Which I really love more than anything. I'll never forget them. Ever. Promise.
Love is blessed in noble contradictions.

Love is powerful.
I am both filled with the strength of the sun
and with the vulnerability of the earth.
Love fits the puzzle piece you have no matter what.
When we love, we transcend the plane of physical pleasure.
Love is blessed in noble contradictions.

brooke
brooke
Mar 18, 2013      Mar 19, 2013

I don't mind the cold
mornings or the piano
music that plays in the
shower, it's okay here
with the sweaters on
the floor and the
candles that do
not burn
anymore
because at
night my feet
are warm as I learn how
to be on my own and the
piano music plays, drops
the piano music plays
when I cover my face
with wet hair and
ask questions
in front of
the tile
like

hello
hello
are you
there?

(c) Brooke Otto
Lindsey Noble
Lindsey Noble
Sep 4, 2013      Sep 6, 2013

The aches and pains of my heart
My soul is nearly dead
I pray to find relief something
Nothing comes to mind
I try desperately, trying desperately to find
The answers the cure
My tourmented soul is weak
My body grows tired
My tourmented soul
Alone in the silence

Jonathan Noble
Jonathan Noble
Aug 3, 2013

Shattered pieces of life lying ugly on the ground
Dying shards scattered unforgiving in the wind
Dust settles slowly covering without a sound
Snaking sinews crawling round every bend.
Can potter make art from what remains,
Picking the parts piercing his hand,
Specks fashion into beauty once more
Eternal testimonial place together of sand,
Breath beauty in bleak burial to my life restore?

 
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