"witten" poems - Hello Poetry

This poem was witten by my godfather Hilair Beloc 1870-1953 When I am living in the midlands That are sodden and unkind I light my lamp in the evening My work is left behind And the great hills of the South Country Come back into my mind The great hills of the South Country They stand along the sea And its there walking in the high woods That I could wish to be And the men that were boys when I was a boy Walking along with me The men that live in North England I saw them for a day Their hearts are set upon the waste fells Their skies are fast and grey From their castle walls a man may see The mountains far away The men that live in West England They see the Severn strong A rolling on rough water brown Light aspen leaves along The have the secret of the rocks And the oldest kind of song But the men that live in the South Country Are the kindest and most wise They get their laughter from the loud surf And the faith in their happy eyes Comes surely from our sister the spring When over the sea she flies The violets suddenly bloom at her feet She blesses us with surprise I never get between the pines But I smell the Sussex air Nor I never come on a belt of sand But my home is there And along the skyline of the Downs So noble and so bare A lost thing I could never find Nor a broken thing mend And I fear I shall be all alone When I get towards the end Who will be there to comfort me Or who will be my friend I will gather and carefully make my friends Of the men of the Sussex Weald They watch the stars from the silent folds They stiffly plough the fields By them and the God of the South Country My poor soul shall be healed If ever I become a rich man Or if ever I grow to be old I will build a house with a deep thatch To shelter me from the cold And there shall the Sussex songs be sung And the story of Sussex told I will hold my house in the high woods Within a walk of the sea And the men that were boys when I was a boy Shall sit and drink with me

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Mar 4, 2014

Mar 4, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC

joe-cole

The South Country

This poem was witten by my godfather Hilair Beloc 1870-1953 When I am living in the midlands That are sodden and unkind I light my lamp in the evening My work is left behind And the great hills of the South Country Come back into my mind The great hills of the South Country They stand along the sea And its there walking in the high woods That I could wish to be And the men that were boys when I was a boy Walking along with me The men that live in North England I saw them for a day Their hearts are set upon the waste fells Their skies are fast and grey From their castle walls a man may see The mountains far away The men that live in West England They see the Severn strong A rolling on rough water brown Light aspen leaves along The have the secret of the rocks And the oldest kind of song But the men that live in the South Country Are the kindest and most wise They get their laughter from the loud surf And the faith in their happy eyes Comes surely from our sister the spring When over the sea she flies The violets suddenly bloom at her feet She blesses us with surprise I never get between the pines But I smell the Sussex air Nor I never come on a belt of sand But my home is there And along the skyline of the Downs So noble and so bare A lost thing I could never find Nor a broken thing mend And I fear I shall be all alone When I get towards the end Who will be there to comfort me Or who will be my friend I will gather and carefully make my friends Of the men of the Sussex Weald They watch the stars from the silent folds They stiffly plough the fields By them and the God of the South Country My poor soul shall be healed If ever I become a rich man Or if ever I grow to be old I will build a house with a deep thatch To shelter me from the cold And there shall the Sussex songs be sung And the story of Sussex told I will hold my house in the high woods Within a walk of the sea And the men that were boys when I was a boy Shall sit and drink with me

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Reality is like two sides Of a coin, One side is all experience, Sound, motion, time and drama. The other side can only be experienced in stillness, emptiness And timelessness. One side is physical, classical, painful Newton, Einstein, Bohr and Dirac. The other side is quantum, random...timeless. Heisenberg, Feynman and Witten. Nagarjuna and Candarkirti The two truths The two truths. Samsara and Nirvana Two sides of the same coin Illusion and Enlightenment Two sides of the same coin Electricity and Magnetism Two sides of the same coin Matter and Energy Two sides of the same coin Personal and Impersonal Two sides of the same coin Mind and Body Two sides of the same coin Be still and watch, This magical dream of duality And illusion. Never born and Never die The two truths.

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May 15, 2015

May 15, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC

audrey-hepburn-jamison

The Two truths

Reality is like two sides Of a coin, One side is all experience, Sound, motion, time and drama. The other side can only be experienced in stillness, emptiness And timelessness. One side is physical, classical, painful Newton, Einstein, Bohr and Dirac. The other side is quantum, random...timeless. Heisenberg, Feynman and Witten. Nagarjuna and Candarkirti The two truths The two truths. Samsara and Nirvana Two sides of the same coin Illusion and Enlightenment Two sides of the same coin Electricity and Magnetism Two sides of the same coin Matter and Energy Two sides of the same coin Personal and Impersonal Two sides of the same coin Mind and Body Two sides of the same coin Be still and watch, This magical dream of duality And illusion. Never born and Never die The two truths.

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When I was young, I knew not much Of things like hating, hurting and such But as I grew, I begun to see What this world had for me I didn't like it, not one bit But these things shall never quit So, I swore I would not let Any of these things to me affect But slowly I begun to get Those feelings of wrong that would not quit I became a person I didn't want to be And realized the world had affected me So, now to God I must pray To change my life, to lead my way

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Nov 11, 2010

Nov 11, 2010 at 3:44 AM UTC

john-mccormick

When I Was Young ~ witten at 10-years-old

When I was young, I knew not much Of things like hating, hurting and such But as I grew, I begun to see What this world had for me I didn't like it, not one bit But these things shall never quit So, I swore I would not let Any of these things to me affect But slowly I begun to get Those feelings of wrong that would not quit I became a person I didn't want to be And realized the world had affected me So, now to God I must pray To change my life, to lead my way

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Ohh lit up Lit up the cerebration Give up the infatuation Stare the mark Slay the task Don't show bit Never the jib Dusk always down Shin always crown Prevail must efflorescence Keep the forbearance Lit up the cerebration Give up the infatuation. .. Witten by Panchdev khatri

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Aug 30, 2016

Aug 30, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC

Panchdev-Khatri

oh lit up

Ohh lit up Lit up the cerebration Give up the infatuation Stare the mark Slay the task Don't show bit Never the jib Dusk always down Shin always crown Prevail must efflorescence Keep the forbearance Lit up the cerebration Give up the infatuation. .. Witten by Panchdev khatri

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A special oath tick-tock witten on note tick-tock it's twelve o'clock tick-tock the room is locked tick-tock a special letter tick-tock for someone holy tick-tock from something lowly tick-tock it's twelve o'clock tick-tock heavy breaths tick-tock my heartbeats race tick-tock but why does silence tick, and violence seems to tock, please make it tick solid crimson morbid streams tock growling tight grasp tick hanging high tock above tick the hollow tick rope tick please tick tick tick t i c k stop.

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Dec 6, 2017

Dec 6, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC

courtofowls

Twelve o'clock

A special oath tick-tock witten on note tick-tock it's twelve o'clock tick-tock the room is locked tick-tock a special letter tick-tock for someone holy tick-tock from something lowly tick-tock it's twelve o'clock tick-tock heavy breaths tick-tock my heartbeats race tick-tock but why does silence tick, and violence seems to tock, please make it tick solid crimson morbid streams tock growling tight grasp tick hanging high tock above tick the hollow tick rope tick please tick tick tick t i c k stop.

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Secret wounds of long ago Oh, you know how my story flows it has been witten down in my own blood stain ink the pains of yesterdays blues Love never came my way Love I do waite I will keep my faith others has cast their stones just to see me fall they wound me from the start they sink my spirit like a ship in doom they love to see me in pain they lie about me day and night making my life a darken place secret wounds of yesterdays pains that brings on more rain that makes a tidlewaves into darken dreams I will always be the woman of lost dreams Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)

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Oct 9, 2016

Oct 9, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC

PoeticJudyEmery

SECRET WOUNDS

Secret wounds of long ago Oh, you know how my story flows it has been witten down in my own blood stain ink the pains of yesterdays blues Love never came my way Love I do waite I will keep my faith others has cast their stones just to see me fall they wound me from the start they sink my spirit like a ship in doom they love to see me in pain they lie about me day and night making my life a darken place secret wounds of yesterdays pains that brings on more rain that makes a tidlewaves into darken dreams I will always be the woman of lost dreams Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)

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