I have little to say,
To you today,
For I used little in the way,
Of time to decide,
What to you I would confide,
In this message short,
Given just for sport,
For there is no true season,
For a rhyme without reason.
Poetry
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Sep 12, 2019
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#3
Potato50012 wrote:
I have little to say,
To you today,
For I used little in the way,
Of time to decide,
What to you I would confide,
In this message short,
Given just for sport,
For there is no true season,
For a rhyme without reason.
Very nice. Thank you.
Sep 13, 2019
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#4
I can’t poe - tree
so randomly
honestly
I could try a while
ummm crocodile
but it wouldn’t make too much sense
because my poetry is marked by a sort of unused comedic pretense?
I love American and English poetry like Whitman and Sylvia Plath to name but a few .
Sep 13, 2019
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#7
MugOfAllTrades wrote:
I can’t poe - tree
so randomly
honestly
I could try a while
ummm crocodile
but it wouldn’t make too much sense
because my poetry is marked by a sort of unused comedic pretense?
I love your sense of humour! 😉 Keep it up.
Sep 13, 2019
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#8
CatsWithWings00 wrote:
MugOfAllTrades wrote:
I can’t poe - tree
so randomly
honestly
I could try a while
ummm crocodile
but it wouldn’t make too much sense
because my poetry is marked by a sort of unused comedic pretense?
I love your sense of humour! 😉 Keep it up.
Thank you! 
Sep 13, 2019
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#9
The Day is Done
Launch Audio in a New WindowThe day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
Sep 13, 2019
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#10
Asmo2k wrote:
The Day is Done Launch Audio in a New Window
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
So beautiful; very nice, thank you.
Sep 13, 2019
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#11
Maxipuss-Meridipuss wrote:
cats are great
because they are cute.
when it gets late
i sleep in your boot.
Adorable!!! 🐱
Sep 13, 2019
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#12
May all creatures great and small take your breath away,
And inspire you to love God's creations with a stronger love,
Each and every day.
Sep 13, 2019
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#13
"No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader." Robert Frost.
Walt Whitman - Song of Myself
I celebrate myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease . . . observing a spear of summer grass.
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes . . . the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance of myself, and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
The atmosphere is not a perfume . . . it has no taste of the distillation . . . it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever . . . I am in love with it,
I Will go to the bank by the wood and bekomen undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
Sep 13, 2019
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#15
CatsWithWings00 wrote:
So beautiful; very nice, thank you.
Not a problem. You make decent threads, and it's a shame you guys don't have a small chess club going.
Thread reminded me of the 'come read to me some poem' from Longfellow.
Sep 13, 2019
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#16
Asmo2k wrote:
CatsWithWings00 wrote:
So beautiful; very nice, thank you.
Not a problem. You make decent threads, and it's a shame you guys don't have a small chess club going.
Thread reminded me of the 'come read to me some poem' from Longfellow.
Thanks, I wasn’t sure if anyone appreciated my threads but thank you for your kind comment. I don’t actually know how to open a chess club. Presumably you have to have a membership on here in order to do so.
Yeah, you need a membership. You do make very nice threads.
Sep 13, 2019
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#18
Potato50012 wrote:
Yeah, you need a membership. You do make very nice threads.
Ok, thank you for confirming. I personally don’t think you should have to ‘pay to play.’ Thanks for your compliments. I had no idea I was so popular. Lol! 😉
Sep 13, 2019
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#19
“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” Toni Morrison.
Post some poetry, quotes or jokes but make it nice.