What can I give thee back, O liberal
And princely giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected largesse? am I cold,
Ungrateful, that for these most manifold
High gifts, I render nothing back at all?
Not so; not cold,--but very poor instead.
Ask God who knows.  For frequent tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
Go farther! let it serve to trample on.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnets From The Portuguese - VIII
We like March - his shoes are Purple.
He is new and high -
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler -
Makes he Forest Dry -
Knows the Adder's Tongue his coming,
And begets her spot -
Stands the Sun so close and mighty -
That our minds are hot.
News is he of all the others -
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds buccaneering
On his British sky -
I love this Poem. It sums up my love of my homeland.
My Country Dorothea Mackellar
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins;
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies -
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains,
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me.
The stark white ringbarked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The saphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die -
But when the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The stealthy soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold;
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.
when will my lack of faith stop burning?
bridges that have yet to be found
voices in the dark that i'm not hearing
stop me in my tracks without a sound
if i will ever be more than i've been
somehow i must start myself again
leave behind the shackles of my doubt
and let the love come in from without
the bar is empty
an empty beer stands alone
on a vacant table
left by someone who's gone
the night is over
the morning has come
my eyes are weary
it's time to move on
i'm stone cold sober
as i look at the scene
like a thousand barrooms
that i've seen in my dreams
the party noises
have faded and gone
the party's over
it's time to move on
"Life-glowing season ! odour-breathing Spring !
Deck'd in cerulean splendours !–vivid,–warm,
Shedding soft lustre on the rosy hours,
And calling forth their beauties ! balmy Spring !
To thee the vegetating world begins
To pay fresh homage. Ev'ry southern gale
Whispers thy coming;–every tepid show'r
Revivifies thy charms. The mountain breeze
Wafts the ethereal essence to the vale,
While the low vale returns its fragrant hoard
With tenfold sweetness. When the dawn unfolds
Its purple splendours 'mid the dappled clouds,
Thy influence cheers the soul. When noon uplifts
Its burning canopy, spreading the plain
Of heaven's own radiance with one vast of light,
Thou smil'st triumphant ! Ev'ry little flow'r
Seems to exult in thee, delicious Spring,
Luxuriant nurse of nature ! By the stream,
That winds its swift course down the mountain's side,
Thy progeny are seen;–young primroses,
And all the varying buds of wildest birth,
Dotting the green slope gaily. On the thorn,
Which arms the hedge-row, the young birds invite
With merry minstrelsy, shrilly and maz'd
With winding cadences; now quick, now sunk
In the low twittered song. The evening sky
Reddens the distant main; catching the sail,
Which slowly lessens, and with crimson hue
Varying the sea-green wave; while the young moon,
Scarce visible amid the warmer tints
Of western splendours, slowly lifts her brow
Modest and icy-lustred ! O'er the plain
The light dews rise, sprinkling the thistle's head,
And hanging its clear drops on the wild waste
Of broomy fragrance. Season of delight !
Thou soul-expanding pow'r, whose wondrous glow
Can bid all nature smile ! Ah ! why to me
Come unregarded, undelighting still
This ever-mourning bosom ? So I've seen
The sweetest flow'rets bind the icy urn;
The brightest sunbeams glitter on the grave;
And the soft zephyr kiss the troubled main,
With whispered murmurs. Yes, to me, O Spring !
Thou com'st unwelcom'd by a smile of joy;
To me ! slow with'ring to that silent grave
Where all is blank and dreary ! Yet once more
The Spring eternal of the soul shall dawn,
Unvisited by clouds, by storms, by change,
Radiant and unexhausted ! Then, ye buds,
Ye plumy minstrels, and ye balmy gales,
Adorn your little hour, and give your joys
To bless the fond world-loving traveller,
Who, smiling, measures the long flow'ry path
That leads to death ! For to such wanderers
Life is a busy, pleasing, cheerful dream,
And the last hour unwelcome. Not to me,
O ! not to me, stern Death, art thou a foe;
Thou art the welcome messenger, which brings
A passport to a blest and long repose"
Another lost soul has taken his revenge on a world that had passed him by...This time the dateline is from Virginia Tech...i wrote a few lines of lyrics about it...i'm not proud of them...i'm not happy with them...but is all i've got to say...
"I've Got A Gun"
you run too fast
i finished last
i guess i'll play
the role you cast
you've had your fun
it's time to run
i've got a gun
i've got a gun
the world has changed
now i feel strange
please make it stop
just go away
you've had your fun
this game is done
i've got a gun
i've got a gun
you're gonna pay for all those empty moments
when i couldn't find the words to say
so i never found a way to tell you
'till today
'till today
i tried my best
to pass your test
the test was rigged
i had to guess
you've had your fun
it's time to run
i've got a gun
i've got a gun
tonight you'll see
how you hurt me
i'm everywhere
i'm on TV
you've had your fun
it's time to run
i've got a gun
i've got a gun
Another lost soul has taken his revenge on a world that had passed him by...This time the dateline is from Virginia Tech...i wrote a few lines of lyrics about it...i'm not proud of them...i'm not happy with them...but is all i've got to say...
The fact it moved you enough to write the words in the first place says it all....
Another lost soul has taken his revenge on a world that had passed him by...This time the dateline is from Virginia Tech...i wrote a few lines of lyrics about it...i'm not proud of them...i'm not happy with them...but is all i've got to say...
“Bad Crazy�
We'll never know what went through his mind, but it wasn't nice and it wasn't kind,
We'll never know what now we'll miss, from those whose lives he took while he was pissed,
We'll never know his bitter way, since he shot and shot and didn't say,
He chained them in while he had his fun, and he'd have killed them all if he had had more guns,
I can't blame us all for this one: porch light was on but he was missin'...
- - -
I know what you mean, Dan, and I feel the same way about my words too. It's beyond words...
What can I give thee back, O
)
What can I give thee back, O liberal
And princely giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected largesse? am I cold,
Ungrateful, that for these most manifold
High gifts, I render nothing back at all?
Not so; not cold,--but very poor instead.
Ask God who knows.  For frequent tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
Go farther! let it serve to trample on.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnets From The Portuguese - VIII
"We must be the change we wish to see."
Mahatma Gandhi
We like March - his shoes are
)
We like March - his shoes are Purple.
He is new and high -
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler -
Makes he Forest Dry -
Knows the Adder's Tongue his coming,
And begets her spot -
Stands the Sun so close and mighty -
That our minds are hot.
News is he of all the others -
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds buccaneering
On his British sky -
Emily Dickinson
I love this Poem. It sums up
)
I love this Poem. It sums up my love of my homeland.
My Country
Dorothea Mackellar
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins;
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies -
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains,
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me.
The stark white ringbarked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The saphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die -
But when the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The stealthy soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold;
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.
Red Atomic
The older I get, the better I was.
From Without when will my
)
From Without
when will my lack of faith stop burning?
bridges that have yet to be found
voices in the dark that i'm not hearing
stop me in my tracks without a sound
if i will ever be more than i've been
somehow i must start myself again
leave behind the shackles of my doubt
and let the love come in from without
(2007 db michel)
Time it was and what a time
)
Time it was and what a time it was it was.
A time of innocence.
A time of confidences.
Long ago it must be,
I have a photograph.
Preserve your memories,
they're all that's left you.
Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel
Join the #1 Aussie Alliance on Einstein
The Party's Over the bar
)
The Party's Over
the bar is empty
an empty beer stands alone
on a vacant table
left by someone who's gone
the night is over
the morning has come
my eyes are weary
it's time to move on
i'm stone cold sober
as i look at the scene
like a thousand barrooms
that i've seen in my dreams
the party noises
have faded and gone
the party's over
it's time to move on
(2007 db michel)
It is "Poets' Day" ODE TO
)
It is "Poets' Day"
ODE TO SPRING ~ Mary Darby Robinson
"Life-glowing season ! odour-breathing Spring !
Deck'd in cerulean splendours !–vivid,–warm,
Shedding soft lustre on the rosy hours,
And calling forth their beauties ! balmy Spring !
To thee the vegetating world begins
To pay fresh homage. Ev'ry southern gale
Whispers thy coming;–every tepid show'r
Revivifies thy charms. The mountain breeze
Wafts the ethereal essence to the vale,
While the low vale returns its fragrant hoard
With tenfold sweetness. When the dawn unfolds
Its purple splendours 'mid the dappled clouds,
Thy influence cheers the soul. When noon uplifts
Its burning canopy, spreading the plain
Of heaven's own radiance with one vast of light,
Thou smil'st triumphant ! Ev'ry little flow'r
Seems to exult in thee, delicious Spring,
Luxuriant nurse of nature ! By the stream,
That winds its swift course down the mountain's side,
Thy progeny are seen;–young primroses,
And all the varying buds of wildest birth,
Dotting the green slope gaily. On the thorn,
Which arms the hedge-row, the young birds invite
With merry minstrelsy, shrilly and maz'd
With winding cadences; now quick, now sunk
In the low twittered song. The evening sky
Reddens the distant main; catching the sail,
Which slowly lessens, and with crimson hue
Varying the sea-green wave; while the young moon,
Scarce visible amid the warmer tints
Of western splendours, slowly lifts her brow
Modest and icy-lustred ! O'er the plain
The light dews rise, sprinkling the thistle's head,
And hanging its clear drops on the wild waste
Of broomy fragrance. Season of delight !
Thou soul-expanding pow'r, whose wondrous glow
Can bid all nature smile ! Ah ! why to me
Come unregarded, undelighting still
This ever-mourning bosom ? So I've seen
The sweetest flow'rets bind the icy urn;
The brightest sunbeams glitter on the grave;
And the soft zephyr kiss the troubled main,
With whispered murmurs. Yes, to me, O Spring !
Thou com'st unwelcom'd by a smile of joy;
To me ! slow with'ring to that silent grave
Where all is blank and dreary ! Yet once more
The Spring eternal of the soul shall dawn,
Unvisited by clouds, by storms, by change,
Radiant and unexhausted ! Then, ye buds,
Ye plumy minstrels, and ye balmy gales,
Adorn your little hour, and give your joys
To bless the fond world-loving traveller,
Who, smiling, measures the long flow'ry path
That leads to death ! For to such wanderers
Life is a busy, pleasing, cheerful dream,
And the last hour unwelcome. Not to me,
O ! not to me, stern Death, art thou a foe;
Thou art the welcome messenger, which brings
A passport to a blest and long repose"
"We must be the change we wish to see."
Mahatma Gandhi
Another lost soul has taken
)
Another lost soul has taken his revenge on a world that had passed him by...This time the dateline is from Virginia Tech...i wrote a few lines of lyrics about it...i'm not proud of them...i'm not happy with them...but is all i've got to say...
"I've Got A Gun"
you run too fast
i finished last
i guess i'll play
the role you cast
you've had your fun
it's time to run
i've got a gun
i've got a gun
the world has changed
now i feel strange
please make it stop
just go away
you've had your fun
this game is done
i've got a gun
i've got a gun
you're gonna pay for all those empty moments
when i couldn't find the words to say
so i never found a way to tell you
'till today
'till today
i tried my best
to pass your test
the test was rigged
i had to guess
you've had your fun
it's time to run
i've got a gun
i've got a gun
tonight you'll see
how you hurt me
i'm everywhere
i'm on TV
you've had your fun
it's time to run
i've got a gun
i've got a gun
(2007 db michel)
RE: Another lost soul has
)
The fact it moved you enough to write the words in the first place says it all....
(from Chris S. via Boinc_Master_3)
Mrs Miggins - A lady of uncommon refinement
RE: Another lost soul has
)
“Bad Crazy�
We'll never know what went through his mind, but it wasn't nice and it wasn't kind,
We'll never know what now we'll miss, from those whose lives he took while he was pissed,
We'll never know his bitter way, since he shot and shot and didn't say,
He chained them in while he had his fun, and he'd have killed them all if he had had more guns,
I can't blame us all for this one: porch light was on but he was missin'...
- - -
I know what you mean, Dan, and I feel the same way about my words too. It's beyond words...