Not every day can be roses and wine
a poem i wrote years ago
Sonnet #17
In the earlier sonnets, the poet's main concern was to persuade the youth to marry and reproduce his beauty in the creation of a child. That purpose changes here in Sonnet 17, in which the poet fears that his praise will be remembered merely as a "poet's rage" that falsely gave the youth more beauty than the youth actually possessed, thus expressing an insecurity about his poetic creations that began in the preceding sonnet. This disparaging tone concerning the sonnets is most evident in line 3, in which the poet characterizes his poetry as a "tomb." Such death imagery is appropriate given the frequent incorporation of time, death, and decay images throughout the first seventeen sonnets. Ironically, the poet, who has been so concerned about the young man's leaving behind a legacy at death to remind others of his priceless beauty, is now worried about his own future reputation. Will his poems be ridiculed by readers who disbelieve the poet's laudatory praise of the young man's beauty? Not, says the poet, if the youth has a child by which people can then compare the poet's descriptions of the youth's beauty to the beauty of the youth's child — now asking the youth to have a child in order to confirm the poet's worthiness. The sonnet's concluding couplet links s*xual procreation and versification as parallel activities: "But were some child of yours alive that time, / You should live twice — in it and in my rime." The poet's task is an endless struggle against time, whose destructive purpose can only be frustrated by the creation of fresh beauty or art, which holds life suspended.
Sonet #22
Forever Young
Love on the second floor
afternoon delight
ME
I believe we all see a shadow of our real selves...... x
Your world is different from my world
My world is like a river There is no storm to suffer It's calm and it's smooth Its wave is tiny and gentle. Your world is like a sea It's rough and choppy Strong wind, huge storms sometimes visit It's raging and not happy. In the river, I
Death's Opus
Here, On the other side of the page where lost days go, where lost poems go, where forgotten dreams are breaking up like morning fog. Go..... Go..... Go..... I am preparing myself for death. I am teaching myself emptiness; the gambler
Perspective...
Lost my VERY OLD account, decided to create another to share a few thoughts. Dan
CALLING ALL POETS!
Please add a line. Let it take the poem forwards. Allow it to be as open as possible for the next line that follows. You can add more than one line, but no consecutive additions. Let's see where it leads. Let's try for about 2/3 weeks worth. I'll compile and publish it on here at the end of that time.
If I Was Your Man
If I was your man I would help you stand I would hold you up and pull you out your sinking sands And I know its hard for you to trust a man But if I'm anyone, I'm the one you truly can I know you got your walls And girl, I understand You ta
a three lined poem
This talks about .... Looking at the autumn sky at dawn. A scenic beauty. As the dawn breaks to a new day, the faint dark night brightens up to a new day. However, it's autumn. Leaving the three warm seasons behind and experiencing the cold of winter. Though everything is being lit up by the warm sun, the warmth disappear to a wintry cold instead. Life can be an autumn dawn. A season of pleasant weather and dawn a period of time which darkness creeps to light. However, as the dawn gives way to a bright sky, it is the end of autumn. Darkness may have left but autumn paves it's way to a winter chill. We may pass through events of life-a dark path then there's light. Night can turn to day and day turns into night again.It's the cycle of life
The Wise Man
Many of us speak on things without root knowledge. And because of not having root knowledge we usually will speak about anything, positively or negatively, without full facts. We become self righteous on many levels and eventually become false prophets. And the more we attract ignorant crowds who embrace our incompleteness, the more monstrous we become.
Imagination
Transitional poetry about an illusionary moment set in time.
Oh! My Cripled Soul
Oh, My Crippled Soul! Abandoning the thought of love is like a pitchfork that pierced a heart that didn't bleed That which became my enemy was twice as bad I smile crookedly at life, unapologetic if I am scared and scorned Oh, my crippled soul!
A POETS LIFE
A POETS LIFE STEPHEN DUNNE THE LIFE OF A POET, ALTHOUGH MOST WON’T KNOW IT, IS ONE OF FOREVER THOUGHT THINKING OF LINES, A THOUSAND TIMES, THAT NEVER SEEM TO SAY IT FEELINGS THAT SEEM WORTHLESS, AND ALMOST ENDLESS, OCCUR AGAIN AND AGAIN
When a child is born it is a miracle. (Double Sonnet and Acrostic).
*W*hen children are born it's a wonderous thing. *H*earing it's cry opens mothering love. *E*very new heartbeat reminds us of spring. *N*ew life, new hope from creator above. *A*nyone being there, around this place *C*herishes memories, stor
pay attention
Come on let's Piece this together The pain n the pleasure Through any length n any measure Delving deeper under pressure Trying to find the answer To all the questions they ask But I know it's impossible To go living through the past
Pigeon
Everyday I go down and read to the pigeons. We have an agreement. I read to them and I take one home for dinner. Pigeon 1: “look it’s that tuned loony who thinks we understand English!” Pigeon 2: “I thought he was talking to himself?” Pigeon
Liquid Dimensional Frequency
Rip rending bending Descending ascending Uncomp n comprehending Destructive forces amending n mending Pour empty full cup to All sending Unfriending befriending No sight of a beginning or ending Closed to open up n sing Giving takin Breaki
Only a fool
Only a fool would believe in a dream As she comes to him upon silver streams Only a fool sees such beauty as he sings her a song because he feels it's his duty Only a fool is often blind not to see her smile is selectively kind Only a fool c
Horse hearted
My Lamborghini
I saw
I saw suffering today. It was closed, quiet, curled up into a small ball, dressed in thin robes. I saw suffering today. His big eyes looked at me in silence were looking for help. I saw suffering today. When they reached out begging for hel
Garage Sale Drama
I was lucky enough to be off work today so I could get a few garage sales in. I asked a woman I bought a joke book about Norwegians if she was, she laughed and said she was Swedish.
YES
My belated mom was a very special to me ... whatever she did, however she reacted with my attitudes, why she did this and that, oftenly ... I can't figure it out ... BUT at last I know that she did it because she LOVES me! And this poem is for you BUNDA ... I know I'm not good to make this ... but I know that THERE IN YOUR NEW HOME ... you love this!! Memories of you will always with me.
innerSpiration
What are you waiting for? Why don't you let that Love pour? A little more A lotta more I implore to endure The thin n thick of it The two faced liar n hypocrite Let nobody n no thing dampen your Spirit Of course life experiences leave you
One day
Knowing why I want to cry Vision in eye Persistent more to try Deny the mind think blind When time young kind Struggle through fire Inner belief growing higher Pulls closer they admire Destiny perpetual desire Future sto
Station Earth
Humanity deserves an equal applause when everyone gets tuned into the same station. Where you have freedom of expression on Station Earth
To a warrior
just some regrets .....
Candy Cruiser
having fun writing some rap lyrics
This Is How I Pray
I'll ask the moon to serenade you I'll ask the stars to hum along As moon beams walk you home And when you reach your doorstep turn around Look and listen to what your shadow has to say Cause this is how I pray And you will never be lonel
Silence Molds Clouds All Day
inspired by Beatle's: - Julia - Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, Touch me, So I sing a song of love, Julia
A Town Of Somewhere
Nothing for me to see Nothing for me to do That place had a name And now I'm forgetting it too Friends have all disappeared Into thin air If only I could exist In a town of somewhere Wake up early mornings go walking in the dark Lights
SURVIVOR
Very few women are interested in a handicapped man, as God is my witness, I'm doing the best that I can. I shed real tears, the lonely part of life, searching for that friend, that may become my wife. My kidneys were failing, that part is true, one n
Juju
life within the walls
Lovers
short one
An ANZAC'S daughter..........
My Grandfather would be very proud of his daughters resilience to the Wars Of Life........unfortunately he left behind two beautiful girls under the age of twelve........He led tours in Egypt and PNG and died in hospital after contracting an infection from injury ........I visited his grave in a war cemetery just four hours north of here...... I wrote this for all the people that were affected by his passing........They too have passed.........Love and peace too all those suffering the atrocities of war around the world ........May it stop quickly so my sons and there sons can still appreciate the beauty of on ever diminishing world.....
My ANZAC
In recognition of Anzac day an my grandfathers contribution 'lest we forget'
Turning the ash
re-spiriting love for those that need it..
my selector
When my selector drops that beat and it feels so sweet can't help but skin teet and dance shank dem feet feeling like I'm on heat This rhythm Tones beats n melodies Like download n streaming mysticalised remedies From that strum on a guitar To
Senses
Over under everywhere The sense of peace suds bubbles gives liquid care Invisible body feeling it there From thin air Undeniable mist feeds memory generations prepare Helpless encouraged full figure seconds plenty to share Infecting sof
I Don't Know Where I Am
The river is winding round round The river is winding round round The world is spinning round round And I don't know where I am The river is looking dirty now The river is looking dirty now The world is looking dirty now And I don't know whe
Not Yet
My dad died in one of those toxic hell holes called a nursing home. I remember a dream I had as a child about hell, the feeling I got was pretty close to the same feeling I got every time I went to this nursing home, at least I got to leave.