Discussion in 'Life After Brown' started by faded jeans, Jan 29, 2012.

  1. faded jeans

    faded jeans just a member

    What if you slept?
    And what if,
    In your sleep
    You dreamed?
    And what if,
    In your dream,
    You went to heaven
    And there plucked
    A strange and
    Beautiful flower?
    And what if,
    When you awoke,
    You had the flower
    in your hand?

    ....Ah, what then?

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  2. Dillacow

    Dillacow Moo

  3. curiousbrain

    curiousbrain Well-Known Member

    This brings tears to my eyes; damn you, dillacow. I often bumble about for the words to represent my feelings; then you come along, and with a simple word, collapse my soul.

    Moo, indeed, fair Bovine.
  4. toonertoo

    toonertoo Most Awesome Dog Staff Member

    [TD]S[SIZE=-1]OME[/SIZE] say the world will end in fire,[/TD]
    [TD]Some say in ice.[/TD]
    [TD]From what I’ve tasted of desire[/TD]
    [TD]I hold with those who favor fire.[/TD]
    [TD]But if it had to perish twice,[/TD]
    [TD][SIZE=-2] 5[/SIZE][/TD]
    [TD]I think I know enough of hate[/TD]
    [TD]To know that for destruction ice[/TD]
    [TD]Is also great[/TD]
    [TD]And would suffice.[/TD]
  5. Jones

    Jones fILE A GRIEVE! Staff Member

    Do not stand at my grave and weep,
    I am not there; I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow,
    I am the diamond glints on snow,
    I am the sun on ripened grain,
    I am the gentle autumn rain.
    When you awaken in the morning’s hush
    I am the swift uplifting rush
    Of quiet birds in circling flight.
    I am the soft star-shine at night.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry,
    I am not there; I did not die.

    - Mary Frye
  6. toonertoo

    toonertoo Most Awesome Dog Staff Member

  7. moreluck

    moreluck golden ticket member

    Right ! It was a cowslip !!
  8. faded jeans

    faded jeans just a member

    Anytime I'm at a funeral looking down at the departed, I remind myself: This is not really (first name) but rather the home where their soul lived while they were here with us. Always helps me to get through it.
  9. ajblakejr

    ajblakejr Age quod agis

    somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
    by E. E. Cummings

    somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
    any experience,your eyes have their silence:
    in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
    or which i cannot touch because they are too near

    your slightest look easily will unclose me
    though i have closed myself as fingers,
    you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
    (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

    or if your wish be to close me, i and
    my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
    as when the heart of this flower imagines
    the snow carefully everywhere descending;

    nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
    the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
    compels me with the color of its countries,
    rendering death and forever with each breathing

    (i do not know what it is about you that closes
    and opens;only something in me understands
    the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
    nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
  10. dilligaf

    dilligaf IN VINO VERITAS

    It Is You I Dream Of

    A flower grows from beneath a blanket
    Of fine and purest white
    It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
    For heat and for the light

    My love for you grows stronger still,
    Despite the surrounding cold
    My heart is yours, bartered gone
    For yours has it been sold

    Its petals shine from morning dew
    Its stem grows stiff and strong
    It stands strong through the freezing cold
    It stands the winter long

    I long for you, for your soft touch
    I miss the way you smile
    The longer that we stay apart
    The longer every mile

    The flower stretches through the snow
    It reaches toward the sun
    And now without you the color is gone
    The flower's petals, dun

    But as we talk, and as we learn
    The flower comes back to life
    The snow now melts and goes away
    As you take away my strife

    Spring is here and growth abounds
    As you and I are one
    We are together, we are in love
    The snow for now is done

    I see the future, in dreams I have
    Of our life, long and true
    I see the times where all I need
    Are comforting words from you

    I see the times when winter comes
    As winter tends to do
    But we still love, and we still live
    And I do still love you

    And so we live, with children ours
    And a life of much to see
    With love we live, to live we love
    Happy together are we

    I see the flower, older now,
    But still strong with fresh new leaves
    I see it growing, tall and strong
    Reaching to the eaves

    We are now old, as years have passed
    But old together are we
    And strong our love still today
    As strong as it can be

    - J.R. King -
  11. dilligaf

    dilligaf IN VINO VERITAS

    O who will walk a mile with me
    Along life's merry way?
    A comrade blithe and full of glee,
    Who dares to laugh out loud and free,
    And let his frolic fancy play,
    Like a happy child, through the flowers gay
    That fill the field and fringe the way
    Where he walks a mile with me.
    And who will walk a mile with me
    Along life's weary way?
    A friend whose heart has eyes to see
    The stars shine out o'er the darkening lea,
    And the quiet rest at the end o' the day,--
    A friend who knows, and dares to say,
    The brave, sweet words that cheer the way
    Where he walks a mile with me.
    With such a comrade, such a friend,
    I fain would walk till journey's end,
    Through summer sunshine, winter rain,
    And then?--Farewell, we shall meet again!

    Inspirational Poems
  12. over9five

    over9five Hillary for prison 2016 Staff Member

    hauntingi thought i got over you
    my feelings toward you at an end
    yet you still haunt me
    my eyes search for you
    when i dont want to
    your face appears in my dreams
    more than usual
    last night i dreamed we kissed
    and wanted it to be true
    i even dreamed you were all grown up
    and were smiling at me so tenderly
    why do these feelings keep haunting me?
    all i want is to be free from your spell

  13. cachsux

    cachsux Wah

    My Dark Haired Girl
    by Samuel Lover
    My dark-hair'd girl, thy ringlets deck,
    In silken curl, thy graceful neck;
    Thy neck is like the swan, and fair as the pearl,
    And light as air the step is of my dark-haired girl.
    My dark-haired girl, upon thy lip
    The dainty bee might wish to sip;
    For thy lip it is the rose, and thy teeth they are pearl,
    And diamond is the eye of my dark-haired girl! My dark-haired girl, I've promised thee,
    And thou thy faith hast given to me,
    And oh, I would not change for the crown of an earl
    The pride of being loved by my dark-hair'd girl!
  14. menotyou

    menotyou bella amicizia

    Rudyard Kipling


    [TD]IF you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
    if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

  15. menotyou

    menotyou bella amicizia

    [h=2]Edgar Allan Poe[/h][​IMG]
    [h=1]A Dream Within a Dream[/h]
    Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
  16. Jones

    Jones fILE A GRIEVE! Staff Member

    I have no parents:
    I make the heaven and earth my parents.
    I have no home:
    I make awareness my home.
    I have no life and death:
    I make the tides of breathing my life and death.
    I have no divine powers:
    I make honesty my divine power.
    I have no means:
    I make understanding my means.
    I have no secrets:
    I make character my secret.
    I have no body:
    I make endurance my body.
    I have no eyes:
    I make the flash of lightening my eyes.
    I have no ears:
    I make sensibility my ears.
    I have no limbs:
    I make promptness my limbs.
    I have no strategy:
    I make "unshadowed by thought" my strategy.
    I have no design:
    I make "seizing opportunity by the forelock" my design.
    I have no miracles:
    I make right action my miracle.
    I have no principles:
    I make adaptability to all circumstances my principle.
    I have no tactics:
    I make emptiness and fullness my tactics.
    I have no talent:
    I make ready wit my talent.
    I have no friends:
    I make my mind my friend.
    I have no enemy:
    I make carelessness my enemy.
    I have no armor:
    I make benevolence and righteousness my armor.
    I have no castle:
    I make immovable mind my castle.
    I have no sword:
    I make absence of self my sword.

    a warrior's creed - anonymous samurai song - 14th century
  17. menotyou

    menotyou bella amicizia

    Had to post here, too.

    There is sorrow enough in the natural way
    From men and women to fill our day;
    But when we are certain of sorrow in store
    Why do we always arrange for more?
    Brothers and sisters I bid you beware
    Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
    Rudyard Kipling
  18. Dizzee

    Dizzee ɹǝqɯǝɯ ɹoıuǝs

    In days of old
    When knights were bold
    And women weren't particular
    They stood them all
    Against the wall
    And did it perpendicular
  19. Dizzee

    Dizzee ɹǝqɯǝɯ ɹoıuǝs

    There was a Young Man named MacNair
    Who made love to his wife on the stair.
    The bannister broke...
    ...Without missing a stroke
    He finished her off in mid-air.
  20. moreluck

    moreluck golden ticket member

    You know, if he had been accidently killed on the stairs,
    Sliding down the banister would take away her cares!!