"weare" poems
In praise of Eliza, Queen of the Shepherds
See where she sits upon the grassie greene,
(O seemely sight!)
Yclad in Scarlot, like a mayden Queene,
And ermines white:
Upon her head a Cremosin coronet
With Damaske roses and Daffadillies set:
Bay leaves betweene,
And primroses greene,
Embellish the sweete Violet.
Tell me, have ye seene her angelick face
Like Phoebe fayre?
Her heavenly haveour, her princely grace,
Can you well compare?
The Redde rose medled with the White yfere,
In either cheeke depeincten lively chere:
Her modest eye,
Her Majestie,
Where have you seene the like but there?
I see Calliope speede her to the place,
Where my Goddesse shines;
And after her the other Muses trace
With their Violines.
Bene they not Bay braunches which they do beare,
All for Elisa in her hand to weare?
So sweetely they play,
And sing all the way,
That it a heaven is to heare.
Lo, how finely the Graces can it foote
To the Instrument:
They dauncen deffly, and singen soote,
In their meriment.
Wants not a fourth Grace to make the daunce even?
Let that rowme to my Lady be yeven.
She shal be a Grace,
To fyll the fourth place,
And reigne with the rest in heaven.
Bring hether the Pincke and purple Cullambine,
With Gelliflowres;
Bring Coronations, and Sops-in-wine
Worne of Paramoures:
Strowe me the ground with Daffadowndillies,
And Cowslips, and Kingcups, and lovèd Lillies:
The pretie Pawnce,
And the Chevisaunce,
Shall match with the fayre flowre Delice.
Now ryse up, Elisa, deckèd as thou art
In royall aray;
And now ye daintie Damsells may depart
Eche one her way.
I feare I have troubled your troupes to longe:
Let dame Elisa thanke you for her song:
And if you come hether
When Damsines I gether,
I will part them all you among.
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Come, my Ardelia, to this bowre,
Where kindly mingling Souls a while,
Let's innocently spend an houre,
And at all serious follys smile
Here is no quarrelling for Crowns,
Nor fear of changes in our fate;
No trembling at the Great ones frowns
Nor any slavery of state.
Here's no disguise, nor treachery
Nor any deep conceal'd design;
From blood and plots this place is free,
And calm as are those looks of thine.
Here let us sit and bless our Starres
Who did such happy quiet give,
As that remov'd from noise of warres.
In one another's hearts we live.
We should we entertain a feare?
Love cares not how the world is turn'd.
If crouds of dangers should appeare,
Yet friendship can be unconcern'd.
We weare about us such a charme,
No horrour can be our offence;
For misheif's self can doe no harme
To friendship and to innocence.
Let's mark how soone Apollo's beams
Command the flocks to quit their meat,
And not intreat the neighbour -- streams
To quench their thirst, but coole their heat.
In such a scorching Age as this,
Whoever would not seek a shade
Deserve their happiness to misse,
As having their own peace betray'd.
But we (of one another's mind
Assur'd,) the boistrous world disdain;
With quiet souls, and unconfin'd,
Enjoy what princes wish in vain.
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*Are you ok?
Yes, yes, I'm just thinking
Is there another poem in my mind?
And as I dream
A salty stream runs through
Deep creeks near my eyes
My mind says stop, my heart feels broken
Empty mirrors, white shadows
What seemed real is not
What I dreamt is now here
So I feel, so I think, so I dream
I can fly, to my summit
Not alone, not without you
You are by my side
You are in me, and I in you
And so our promise
From the beginning
As we walk, climb, fly
Our summit is at hand
We were two
Weare one
The stream has run dry
The creeks are filled
Our wings now white
Yes, we are one*
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 6:09 PM UTC
on this afternoon,
or was it yesterdays?
i am organizing fresh ash
into a name
the lettears weare filling
all that was left, detrails
i was just about finishing when
careful, careful, kuh-
cough!
i am-rowed my name from ash
blind to the cycle
focused on single carbons
i forget my lungs
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
This life brings me angst
But in the gud or bad
I want to gives thankes,
This life gives me apprehension
Seeing yung boyes on DA block
Getting sidekicked and chopped
To DA coppers inventions.
I miss DA streets I once knew, where da boyes treated yuos
Like a girl in fifth sax. I don't care for dose materials. Or da purses no more on ma backe,
J just want to be treated like a human being for once,
Hopeing for like a woman. I don't need the high class Richie Rich, or da poore boyes thuggin. I'm so sick seeing dat bloodin and crip-out. I just want a blood that will be bout da love, not da colors on his house.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
Why should I worry, it was just a Dream
It is not real, no need to scream
A Dream is an Illusion, though vivid it may seem
But Life is different; Life is real
Don’t we all suffer, don’t we all swirl?
Very few go deep to discover the treasure, the pearl
What is this Journey of Life on earth?
What is the Purpose of our human birth?
Is there a way to live with Joy and Mirth?
We all live with suffering and strife
We laugh, we cry, we endure Life
But we don’t cut through to the Truth with a knife
Just like a Dream, Life is an Illusion
Very few of us get this Realization
We don’t use our power of Discrimination
Just like what happens in a Dream is not true
Life is nothing but an Illusion too
I am not ‘I’ and you are not ‘you’
Little do we realize what is our role
Dreams and Reality will take us to the goal
Which is to discover we are but the Soul
When are we going to start our Quest?
Not just Dream, but get out of our nest
Realize Life is an Illusion, get to the crest
Just like Dreams are not real, so is Life
Needlessly we suffer, we cry with strife
With misery, pain, sorrow, life is rife
But we can be Happy if we Realize the Truth
Overcoming sorrow, getting to the bottom of the root
If we realize it’s a Drama, we can enjoy the fruit
Do you worry about the Dream that you saw at night?
You wake up to realize that there was no fight
Life is good, it's shiny and bright
But Life is different, we continue to cry
We suffer, we question, we look at the sky
We cannot differentiate between the truth and the lie
Just like a Dream, Life is an Illusion
It is a long Dream that ends in disillusion
Because of ignorance, there is no Illumination
We think Life is real, it’s not just a Dream!
And so, we suffer, and so we scream
When we realize the truth, life will flow like a stream
If only we Discriminate and open our eyes
Life is just an Illusion, once we realize
We can be in Bliss with nothing to analyze
Life is a Journey, we come and we go
Little do we understand this earthly show
Our goal is to realize the truth, and not just know
We are not the Body that goes to sleep
We are not the Mind that makes us weep
Nor are we the Ego that wants everything to keep
When we realize what we are not
In Thought no more will we be caught
The Truth in front of our eyes will be brought
The Journey of Life has a Purpose
Not to jump like a clown and make Life a circus
Once we realize the Truth, we will never be nervous
We all commit the Greatest SinWe don’t realize that God is within
How will this battle of life we win?
When Dream and Reality, we contemplate
And the difference between the two, we discriminate
We will arrive at heaven’s gate
Did you decide your human birth?
Did you decide how you came to earth?
No, it’s Karma that governs the earth
When we realize that the earth is a stage
The Drama unfolds by Karma, page by page
Then, we will be free from the misery cage
Those who realize that Life is a Drama
Those who discover everything is Karma
Realize that just like a Dream, there is no trauma
Just like a Dream, Life is an Illusion
Once we get this Divine Realization
We will know that everything is a Manifestation
We are different Souls, so do we see
The Truth is that weare Divine energy
Everything is one, there is no you and me
Life is like a Dream, when we realize this
Like after a Dream, there is no unhappiness
But for this, we need Consciousness
As long as in ignorance we are bound
We will suffer as we live on the ground
Till the ultimate truth is found
What is the Purpose of reading this book?
It is to change your Life’s outlook
But first, you must be free from the ignorance hook
So, it’s time to start
And pull the myth apart
And this is to learn the Spiritual art
The Ultimate Truth is everything is an Illusion
Even Science has declared with Discrimination
This world is nothing but a Manifestation
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 5:39 AM UTC