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Josephine · 20-12-2005

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Originally Posted by electricladyland

thanks ali! i'm all into love poems at the moment...

me 2! i know its kinda corny but love poetry is so beautiful

electricladyland · 20-12-2005

by the way, love your avatar...la Deneuve is one of my favorite actresses.

Josephine · 20-12-2005

^ thanku - she's so beautiful

electricladyland · 20-12-2005

cummings

i have found what you are like

i have found what you are like
the rain,

(Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
with thinned

newfragile yellows

lurch and.press

-in the woods
which
stutter
and

sing

And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
your kiss

Colette_B · 21-12-2005

A Dream Deferred

by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

electricladyland · 21-12-2005

^^^absolutely love this poem!!

electricladyland · 21-12-2005

Quiet Girl, langston hughes

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

Josephine · 21-12-2005

^lovely

electricladyland · 21-12-2005

i think the word lovely is lovely...

Josephine · 21-12-2005

hehe

Colette_B · 21-12-2005

langston hughes is one of the best!

Josephine · 22-12-2005

More a hymn but i just love it...

I vow to thee my country

I vow to thee, my country—all earthly things above—
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.

And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago—
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace

Josephine · 22-12-2005

When You Are Old

When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

Josephine · 22-12-2005

a kids poem really but I still love it...

Fueled

Fueled by a million man-made wings of fire

the rocket tore a tunnel through the sky

and everybody cheered.

Fueled only by a thought from God

the seedling urged its way through the

thicknesses of black

and as it pierced the heavy ceiling of the soil

and launched itself up into outer space

no one even clapped.

by Marcie Hans

electricladyland · 22-12-2005

i like "when you are old"

XXIX. "I think of thee!---My thoughts do twine and bud..."

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

I think of thee!---my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood
I will not have my thoughts instead of thee
Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly
Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee
Drop heavily down,---burst, shattered, everywhere!
Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee
And breathe within thy shadow a new air,
I do not think of thee---I am too near thee.

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Colette_B V.I.P. Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: California Gender: femme Posts: 5,599	A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? __________________ symptomatic of what we've become, I used to think you were the only one.

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Colette_B V.I.P. Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: California Gender: femme Posts: 5,599	langston hughes is one of the best! __________________ symptomatic of what we've become, I used to think you were the only one.

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electricladyland V.I.P. Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: The red hot center of my beating heart. Gender: femme Posts: 8,981	by the way, love your avatar...la Deneuve is one of my favorite actresses.

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Josephine tfs star Join Date: May 2005 Location: Sydney Gender: femme Posts: 1,638	^ thanku - she's so beautiful

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Josephine tfs star Join Date: May 2005 Location: Sydney Gender: femme Posts: 1,638	More a hymn but i just love it... I vow to thee my country I vow to thee, my country—all earthly things above— Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love; The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test, That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best; The love that never falters, the love that pays the price, The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice. And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago— Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know; We may not count her armies, we may not see her King; Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering; And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase, And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace

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electricladyland V.I.P. Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: The red hot center of my beating heart. Gender: femme Posts: 8,981	i like "when you are old" XXIX. "I think of thee!---My thoughts do twine and bud..." by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) I think of thee!---my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see Except the straggling green which hides the wood. Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood I will not have my thoughts instead of thee Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should, Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare, And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee Drop heavily down,---burst, shattered, everywhere! Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee And breathe within thy shadow a new air, I do not think of thee---I am too near thee.