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Wendy

Joined Mar 24, 2008
23,408
A Work Poem

Now I sit me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my seat to keep.
If I should fall before I wake,
I pray the Lord my nose not break.
 

steveb

Joined Jul 3, 2008
2,436
Ode to Orion

The canvas that these stars adorn
Is like a womb from which was born
A warrior with weapons worn

Up there every winter night,
Carrying a sword of light,
With purpose - though not to fight,

But comfort me with constancy.
Moving with utter subtlety
While hanging like a tapestry,

You prove our insignificance,
And affirm my lack of confidence,
In those still ruled by ignorance

Of what your distant eyes have seen.
For the past was not a dream,
Yet still we sleep ... as if it had been.
 

magnet18

Joined Dec 22, 2010
1,227
A PSALM OF LIFE - HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

-I have this one hanging on my wall above my workbench :)
 

Markd77

Joined Sep 7, 2009
2,806
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The truth will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll

(Stairway to heaven - Led Zeppelin) :)
 

loosewire

Joined Apr 25, 2008
1,686
The conquest of the mind,the all comsuming thoughts
of mentally going to symbolic war of all comers to
protect the dna of his ancestors. The conscience and
unconscience battle within to fend off all competiors.

The conquest Included the capture of all hearts of
the female dna,the battle of all battles. Only after
that has been acomplished,the male turns to feed
not only his ego.The hunt for nourishment to feed
his soul and family.
Loosewire
 
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retched

Joined Dec 5, 2009
5,208
For Sale

One sister for sale!

One sister for sale!

One crying and spying young sister for sale!

I’m really not kidding,

So who’ll start the bidding?

Do I hear the dollar?

A nickel?

A penny?

Oh, isn’t there, isn’t there, isn’t there any

One kid that will buy this old sister for sale,

This crying and spying young sister for sale?


--
From "Where The Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein

Now THAT MAN is a poet. ;)
 

VoodooMojo

Joined Nov 28, 2009
505
Folks are queer as they can be,
Always sayin’ “don’t” to me;

Don’t do this an’ don’t do that.
Don’t annoy or tease the cat,

Don’t throw stones, or climb a tree,
Don’t play in the road. Oh, Gee!

Seems like when I want to play
“Don’t” is all that they can say.

If I start to have some fun,
Someone hollers, “Don’t you run!”

If I want to go an’ play
Mother says: “Don’t go away.”

Seems my life is filled clear through
With the things I mustn’t do.

All the time I’m shouted at:
“No, no, Sonny, don’t do that!”

Don’t shout so an’ make a noise,
Don’t play with those naughty boys,

Don’t eat candy, don’t eat pie,
Don’t you laugh and don’t you cry,

Don’t stand up and don’t you fall,
Don’t do anything at all.

Seems to me both night an’ day
“Don’t” is all that they can say.

When I’m older in my ways
An’ have little boys to raise,

Bet I’ll let ’em race an’ run
An’ not always spoil their fun;

I’ll not tell ’em all along
Everything they like is wrong,

An’ you bet your life I won’t
All the time be sayin’ “don’t.”
 

hgmjr

Joined Jan 28, 2005
9,027
May Life to you a slave e'er be,
your will or whim to shape.
May you from its uncertainty
find infinite escape.


hgmjr
 
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Wendy

Joined Mar 24, 2008
23,408
This one used to drive my boy crazy when he was 3 year old (it was a button sung by older sisters).

Brother for sale!
Twenty five cents,
Brother for sale!
It's not a big expense.
You can hug him,
you can bug him,
Brother for sale!
Twenty cents!
 

loosewire

Joined Apr 25, 2008
1,686
Happy thanks for your poem post,It helped me put my words
together for a presentation today.The picture with the samsung
banner did you speak at that event.It looked like It was well
attended. You must be getting along better with that boss,he lets
you travel. Good luck with the job,your english Is better.
 
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