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November 13, 2007

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Katie Reus

Okay, these are actually song lyrics from 3 Doors Down, but music is poetry anyways. (Hope I'm allowed to repost this) When my husband was in the Marines, this song held a special place in my heart and got me through months of lonliness.

A hundred days had made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lights had made me colder
And I don’t think I can look at this the same
But all the miles had separate
They disappeared now when I’m dreaming of your face

I’m here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight it’s only you and me

The miles just keep rolling
as the people either way to say hello
I hear this life is overrated
but I hope it gets better as we go

I’m here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it’s only you and me

Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it won’t take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it’s all said and done
it get hard but it won’t take away my love

I’m here without you baby
but your still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
and I dream about you all the time
I’m here without you baby
but your still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it’s only you and me

Minna

Also I'm more familiar with song lyrics. Here's one of my favorites by The Beatles:

Eleanor Rigby

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

anne

This is a poem that I appreciate greatly and enjoy. I have always loved Robert Service's unique poetry.
Success

You ask me what i call Success -
It is, I wonder, Happiness?

It is not wealth, it is not fame,
Nor rank, nor power nor honoured name.
It is not triumph in the Arts -
Best-selling books or leading parts.
It is not plaudits of the crowd.
The flame of flags, processions proud.
The panegyrics of the press
are but the mirage of Success.
You may have all of them, my friend,
Yet be a failure in the end.

I've known proud Presidents of banks
who've fought their way up the ranks,
and party leaders of renown
Who played as boys in Shanytown.
Strong, self-made men, yet seek to trace
Benignity in any face;
Grim purpose, mastery maybe,
Yet never sweet serenity;
Never contentment, thoughts that bless -
That mellow joy I deem Success.

The haply seek some humble hearth,
Quite poor in goods yet rich in mirth,
And see a man of common clay
Watching his little ones at play;
A laughing fellow full of cheer,
Health, strenght and faith that mocks at fear;
Who for his happiness relies
On joys he lights in other eyes;
He loves his home and envies none...
Who happier beneath the Sun?

Aye, though he walk in lowly ways,
Shining Success has crowned his days.

Lorena

I'm a geek -- one of my all-time favorites is one of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's (from her Sonnets from the Portugese)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Debbie

Love ee cummings! I'm also a fan of Emily Dickinson. I just heard a snippet of a choral/orchestra work by contemporary composer John Adams, called Harmonium, that sets a few poems of hers and a John Donne one too to music. I believe the sound clip I heard is of her poem Wild Nights.

https://www.bartleby.com/113/3025.html

Not sure if this will show up as a link, but if you want to hear the clip (which I really loved too!), go here:

https://www.earbox.com/W-harmonium.html

I happened to hear it because I get to see his opera Doctor Atomic performed in January and was doing some reading up beforehand. Very excited because the libretti includes a lot of poetry too!

Nancy Robards Thompson

Great poems and lyrics! Thanks for posting everyone.

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