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King Koopa
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Poetry, ya dig?
#507602 - 12/21/10 01:14 PM (13 years, 3 months ago) |
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The Night Has A Thousand Eyes Francis William Bourdillon
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one: Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.
Please post poems you think were written specifically for you
Edited by King Koopa (12/21/10 01:15 PM)
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FRACTALife
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Re: Poetry, ya dig? [Re: King Koopa]
#507631 - 12/21/10 02:32 PM (13 years, 3 months ago) |
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THE OPENING OF THE TRUNK by Jim Morrison
Moment of inner freedom when the mind is opened and the infinite universe revealed & the soul is left to wander dazed & confus'd searching here & there for teachers & friends.
Excerpt from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell By William Blake This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment. But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is to be expunged; this I shall do, by printing in the infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid. If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narow chinks of his cavern.
From The Tibetan Book of The Dead O, Alas! Alas! Fortunate Child of Buddha Nature, Do not be oppressed by the force of ignorance and delusion! But rise up now with resolve and courage! Entranced by ignorance, from beginningless time until now, You have had [more than] enough time to sleep. So do not slumber any longer, but strive after virtue with body, speech and mind!
Are you oblivious to the suffering of birth, old age, sickness and death? There is no guarantee that you will survive, even past this very day! The time has come [for you] to develop perseverance in [your] practice. For, at this singular opportunity, you could attain the everlasting bliss [of nirvana]. So now is [certainly] not the time to sit idly, But, starting with [the reflection on] death, you should bring your practice to completion!
The moments of our life are nor expendable, And the [possible] circumstances of death are beyond imagination. If you do not achieve an undaunted confident security now, What point is there in your being alive, O living creature?
All phenomena are [ultimately] selfless, empty, and free from conceptual elaboration. In their dynamic they resemble an illusion, mirage, dream, or reflected image, A celestial city, an echo, a reflection of the moon in water, a bubble, an optical illusion, or intangible emanation. You should know that all things of cyclic existence and nirvana Accord [in nature] with these ten similes of illusory phenomena.
All phenomena are naturally uncreated. They neither abide nor cease, neither come nor go. They are without objective referent, signless, ineffable, and free from thought. The time has come for this truth to be realized!
Homage to the spiritual teachers! Homage to the meditational deities! Homage to the dakinis! O, Alas! Alas! How needing of compassion are those living beings, tortured by their past actions, [Who are drowning] in this deep chasm, the engulfing ocean of their past actions! Such is the nature of fluctuating cyclic existence! Grant your blessing, so that this ocean of sufferings may run dry!
How needing of compassion are those who are skill-less, Those who are tortured by ignorance and past actions, Those who indulge in actions conducive to suffering – Even though they desire happiness! Grant your blessing, so that the obscuration of dissonant mental states and past actions may be purified!
How needing of compassion are the ignorant and the deluded, [Bound] in this confining dungeon of egotistical attachment and the subject-object dichotomy, Who, like wild game, are trapped in this snare, time after time! Grant your blessing, so that cyclic existence may be stirred to its depths!
How needing of compassion are those beings who endlessly revolve [in the cycle of existence], As if [circling] perpetually [on] the rim of a water-wheel, In this six-dimensional city of imprisoning past actions! Grant your blessing, so that the womb entrances to the six classes of existence may be barred!
We who are fearless and hard–hearted, despite having seen so many sufferings of birth, old age, sickness and death, Are wasting our human lives, endowed with freedom and opportunity, on the paths of distraction. Grant your blessing, so that we may [continuously] remember impermanence and death!
Since we do not recognize that impermanent [things] are unreliable, Still, even now, we remain attached, clinging to this cycle of existence. Wishing for happiness, we pass our human lives in suffering. Grant your blessing, so that attachment to cyclic existence may be reversed!
Our impermanent environment will be destroyed by fire and water, The impermanent sentient beings within it will endure the severing of body and mind. The season of the year: summer, winter, autumn and spring, themselves [exemplify] impermanence. Grant your blessing, so that disillusionment [with conditioned existence] may arise from the depths [of our hearts]!
Last year, this year, the waxing and waning moons, If we reflect carefully, we too are face to face with death. Grant your blessing, so that we may become resolute in our practice!
Though this [body] endowed with freedom and opportunity is extremely hard to find, When the Lord of Death approaches in the semblance of disease, How needing of compassion are those who, bereft of the [sacred] teachings, Return empty-handed [from this life]! Grant your blessing so that [a recognition of] urgency may grow in our minds!
Alas! Alas! O Precious Jewel, embodiment of compassion! Since you, the Conqueror, are endowed with a loving heart, Grant your blessing, so that we and the six classes of beings May be liberated, right now, from the sufferings of cyclic existence!
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BeekEr
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Re: Poetry, ya dig? [Re: King Koopa]
#507671 - 12/21/10 04:39 PM (13 years, 3 months ago) |
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I myself am not that into poetry, but i liked this one.
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King Koopa
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Re: Poetry, ya dig? [Re: BeekEr]
#507676 - 12/21/10 04:49 PM (13 years, 3 months ago) |
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It is a gem aint it?
Ill have to read that Tibetan excerpt when im a little less high
-------------------- Alcoholics Anonymous is a fellowship of men and women who share their experience, strength and hope with each other that they may solve their common problem and help others to recover from alcoholism. The only requirement for membership is a desire to stop drinking. There are no dues or fees for A.A. membership; we are self-supporting through our own contributions. A.A. is not allied with any sect, denomination, politics, organization or institution; does not wish to engage in any controversy; neither endorses nor opposes any causes. Our primary purpose is to stay sober and help other alcoholics to achieve sobriety.
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King Koopa
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Re: Poetry, ya dig? [Re: King Koopa]
#507678 - 12/21/10 04:56 PM (13 years, 3 months ago) |
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Morning BILLY COLLINS
Why do we bother with the rest of the day, the swale of the afternoon, the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes, his many-pointed stars?
This is the best— throwing off the light covers, feet on the cold floor, and buzzing around the house on espresso—
maybe a splash of water on the face, a palmful of vitamins— but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
dictionary and atlas open on the rug, the typewriter waiting for the key of the head, a cello on the radio,
and, if necessary, the windows— trees fifty, a hundred years old out there, heavy clouds on the way and the lawn steaming like a horse in the early morning.
-------------------- Alcoholics Anonymous is a fellowship of men and women who share their experience, strength and hope with each other that they may solve their common problem and help others to recover from alcoholism. The only requirement for membership is a desire to stop drinking. There are no dues or fees for A.A. membership; we are self-supporting through our own contributions. A.A. is not allied with any sect, denomination, politics, organization or institution; does not wish to engage in any controversy; neither endorses nor opposes any causes. Our primary purpose is to stay sober and help other alcoholics to achieve sobriety.
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love
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Re: Poetry, ya dig? [Re: King Koopa]
#508919 - 12/26/10 11:02 AM (13 years, 3 months ago) |
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THE MASQUE OF RHYME
Adding my pee to the sea of rhyme, it's time I admit sameness
is a bit of a hoax. Yes, my body lies over social oceans
like yours and slightly like Rover's, except he barks to speak and we
speak to bargain and intermingle. All's translation in love and war. Do you
hear the joke about the marriage of true mind to impediment after impediment?
That's what we call "language," at least around here. What rhymes with "rhythm"?
"Mythic"? You have to squint to hear it. Squint and scatter letters to
the five senses, shake off circumstance, and find yourself in words: squatting amid
ashes while the wicked affluent legislators dress for the ball. Your feet ache
and stink. The thought-track wakes and thinks: novelty again, the same old novelty.
It's almost worse than royalty. My biographic foot in the glass shoe -- fate
or déjà vu? The rhythm of days produces chill, stupor, and after considerable
training, a bunch of personal pronouns. It's Thursday, history's late as usual. Meanwhile,
some sort of sexual traffic jam has been goading us all into public
revelation. Offstage, Fact slapped Value on the butt, and said, Break a leg,
make a killing, show those suckers where to suck. And Value answered, Don't
be vulgar, Fact, unless you're speaking personally. As for me, where the bee
sucks, there suck I, a mean-er, a be-er, an arriviste tooling down that
divided highway heading where none, they say, ever returns. And when I don't
come back, say I told you everything about yourself except the future, lie
alone in our bed of roses whence, they say, poems arise, to amuse
the students when we've gone to prose. I'd say more but you hear
those stuck horns blaring: that's been my cue ever since I can remember.
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love
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Re: Poetry, ya dig? [Re: love]
#508920 - 12/26/10 11:07 AM (13 years, 3 months ago) |
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To be able to understand this poem you will only need the knowledge of just the basic elements of poetry. You will not read it properly unless you read aloud.
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Justice_Fish
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Re: Poetry, ya dig? [Re: love]
#508922 - 12/26/10 11:33 AM (13 years, 3 months ago) |
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Now a very great man once said That some people rob you with a fountain pen. It didn't take too long to find out Just what he was talkin' about. A lot of people don't have much food on their table, But they got a lot of forks 'n' knives, And they gotta cut somethin'.
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CosmicFool
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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?
~Edgar Allen Poe
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Re: Poetry, ya dig? [Re: King Koopa]
#508987 - 12/26/10 06:58 PM (13 years, 3 months ago) |
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Spiritual life is a life of search...but a true search. Not to investigate and to seek what you hope to discover, Not the object of your aspiration, But what you are. Meditation is just a search for the meditator. Enlightenment is to discover...
To discover that there is no discoverer, and there is nothing to discover... Enlightenment is to be. To be the most wonderful discovery of what can not be found. It is to arrive to no where... To meet no one. You fail, because of your habit to search only for that which satisfies your needs.
Get rid of all this need. And you will see... Get rid of all that you have. And you will see... Throw away all that can be thrown. And you will see... Give up these words, and what they make you feel And you will see... Give up your attempt to give up. And you will see... Give up your attempt to see. Because then you will really see... The farther the object you search for, the better eyesight you need. That which is closest to you, you have to be.
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King Koopa
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Re: Poetry, ya dig? [Re: Big_tiggy]
#525043 - 02/08/11 09:22 PM (13 years, 1 month ago) |
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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 all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath 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!
--Rudyard Kipling
-------------------- Alcoholics Anonymous is a fellowship of men and women who share their experience, strength and hope with each other that they may solve their common problem and help others to recover from alcoholism. The only requirement for membership is a desire to stop drinking. There are no dues or fees for A.A. membership; we are self-supporting through our own contributions. A.A. is not allied with any sect, denomination, politics, organization or institution; does not wish to engage in any controversy; neither endorses nor opposes any causes. Our primary purpose is to stay sober and help other alcoholics to achieve sobriety.
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iStoner
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Re: Poetry, ya dig? [Re: King Koopa]
#525095 - 02/08/11 11:06 PM (13 years, 1 month ago) |
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tl,dr
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meatcakeman
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Re: Poetry, ya dig? [Re: iStoner]
#525126 - 02/08/11 11:33 PM (13 years, 1 month ago) |
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¿Quién eres tú, lucero misterioso, Tímido y triste entro luceros mil, que cuando miro tu esplendor dudoso, turbado siento el corazón latir? ¿Es acaso tu luz recuerdo triste de otro antiguo perdido resplandor, cuando engañado como yo creíste eterna tu ventura que pasó? Tal vez con sueños de oro la esperanza acarició tu pura juventud, y gloria y paz y amor y venturanza vertió en el mundo tu primera luz. Y al primer triunfo del amor primero que embalsamó en aromas el Edén, luciste acaso, mágico lucero, protector del misterio y del placer. Y era tu luz voluptüosa y tierna la que entre flores resbalando allí inspiraba en el alma un ansia eterna de amor perpetuo y de placer sin fin. Mas ¡ay! que luego el bien y la alegría en llanto y desventura se trocó: tu esplendor empañó niebla sombría; solo un recuerdo al corazón quedó. Y ahora melancólico me miras y tu rayo es un dardo del pesar si amor aun al corazón inspiras, es un amor sin esperanza ya.
¡Ay lucero! yo te vi resplandecer en mi frente, cuando palpitar sentí mi corazón dulcemente con amante frenesí.
Tu faz entonces lucía con más brillante fulgor, mientras yo me prometía que jamás se apagaría para mí tu resplandor.
¿Quién aquel brillo radiante ¡oh lucero! te robó, que oscureció tu semblante, y a mi pecho arrebató la dicha en aquel instante?
¿O acaso tú siempre así brillaste y en mi ilusión yo aquel esplendor te di que amaba mi corazón, lucero, cuando te vi?
Una mujer adoré que imaginaría yo un cielo; mi gloria en ella cifré, y de un luminoso velo en mi ilusión la adorné.
Y tú fuiste la aureola que iluminaba su frente, cual los aires arrebola el fúlgido sol naciente, y el puro azul tornasola.
Y astro de dicha y amores, se deslizaba mi vida a la luz de tus fulgores, por fácil senda florida, bajo un cielo de colores.
Tantas dulces alegrías, tantos mágicos ensueños ¿dónde fueron? Tan alegres fantasías, deleites tan halagüeños, ¿qué se hicieron?
Huyeron con mi ilusión para nunca más tornar, y pasaron, y solo en mi corazón recuerdos, llanto y pesar ¡ay! dejaron.
¡Ah lucero! tú perdiste también tu puro fulgor, y lloraste; también como yo sufriste, y el crudo arpón del dolor ¡ay! probaste.
¡Infeliz! ¿por qué volví de mis sueños de ventura para hallar luto y tinieblas en ti, y lágrimas de amargura que enjugar?
Pero tú conmigo lloras, que eres el ángel caído del dolor, y piedad llorando imploras, y recuerdas tu perdido resplandor.
Lucero, si mi quebranto oyes, y sufres cual yo, ¡ay! juntemos nuestras quejas, nuestro llanto: pues nuestra gloria pasó, juntos lloremos.
Mas hoy miro tu luz casi apagada, y un vago padecer mi pecho siente: que está mi alma de sufrir cansada, seca ya de las lágrimas la fuente.
¡Quién sabe!… tú recobrarás acaso otra vez tu pasado resplandor, a ti tal vez te anunciará tu ocaso un oriente más puro que el del sol.
A mí tan sólo penas y amargura me quedan en el valle de la vida; como un sueño pasó mi infancia pura, se agosta ya mi juventud florida.
Astro sé tú de candidez y amores para el que luz te preste en su ilusión, y ornado el porvenir de blancas flores, sienta latir de amor su corazón.
Yo indiferente sigo mi camino a merced de los vientos y la mar, y entregado, en los brazos del destino, ni me importa salvarme o zozobrar.
Poema a Una Estrella por José de Espronceda
-------------------- sǝıqɐq ɹɐʇ
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Sir Smokes A-Lot
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Here's a nice poem I just found
~Words of Thought for a Better Life~
Always remember to love yourself, for the person that you are, put all doubts and fears upon the shelf, and from them you'll go far. Seek out positive people for friends, that you enjoy to be around, for true bonds of friendship never ends, once it has been found.
Learn to forgive yourself, as well as friend and foe, mistakes we make is how we learn, and from them we can grow.
Always pursue happiness, but never lose touch from Base, the pursuit you'll find, is a state of mind, and may be a life long chase.
Where You come from is not that Important, what matters is always knowing, the past is gone, the future is now, and the future is where you'll be going.
Always try and keep your word, try not to ever lie, dont repeat bad things you've heard, Karma comes back by.
If you worry about what might be, and wonder what might have been, You'll blind the thoughts that help you see what is...and where to begin
Take or make time for a sunset, or perhaps a walk on the beach, Peace of mind, you'll often find, is always quite within reach.
Always be strong and face your fear, if you want that fear to disappear, For if You turn and run away, that fear within you is there to stay... and before you bed down each night remember to say: " LIFE LOVES ME AND I LOVE LIFE, TOMORROWS GOING TO BE A FANTASTIC DAY!"
-------------------- "Everybody seems to think I'm lazy I don't mind, I think they're crazy Running everywhere at such a speed Till they find, there's no need" Beatles song
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DungenessDank
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Shaggy420
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In days of old when knights were bold and women weren't invented, they all drilled holes in telegraph poles, and came away contented.
kind of a poem
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FarBeyondDriven
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Re: Poetry, ya dig? [Re: Shaggy420]
#531322 - 02/27/11 06:48 PM (13 years, 1 month ago) |
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Hmmm, I'm thinking of writing a poem now. I'm about to freestyle it up.
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FarBeyondDriven
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In the days of our youth Our futures were at our fingertips. Our knowledge and experience were limited Though we were unaware at the time.
Where we are now, is, for the most part of our own doing. Good or bad places they may be Our goals should still shine like bright stars in the night sky.
Keep your hopes and dreams Close to your heart and mind. As they'll only blow away in the wind If you let them go.
No matter your years Keep the youthful exuberance of the child. And you won't find sadness But happiness and something to strive for.
What you think dudes? I haven't written a poem since like 7th grade English class
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MFDoom666
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nice fbd, so true.
-------------------- FurrowedBrow said: They should teach african engineering at the college level. mcgyver 101 Harry_Ba11sach said: Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?
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FarBeyondDriven
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Re: Poetry, ya dig? [Re: MFDoom666]
#531364 - 02/27/11 08:36 PM (13 years, 1 month ago) |
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Yeah, very true.
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