Oscar Wilde's The Ballad of Reading Gaol
An excerpt from the ballad written by Oscar Wilde whilst exiled in France shortly after his release from Reading Gaol, following his extremely harrowing 'De Profundis', a letter exploring the synchrony of extreme despair and profound spiritual enlightenment (later published as a book), originally written to his lover Lord Alfred Douglas.
IF SHE'D SHUT UP U'D UNSTAND AMBER'S RUN
IF YOU READ THIS VERSION FIRST THEN YOU MISSED THE WHOLE POINT OF THE POETRY..IF YOU READ THIS THEN THERE'S NO NEED TO READ IT AGAIN...SORRY, MY NEIGHBOR IS RASTAFARIAN AND INVITES ME OVER ALMOST NIGHTLY TO DO WHAT RASTAFARIAN'S DO AND THE MUSIC THEY PLAY...I HAVE EVERY BOB MARLEY SONG EVER WRITTEN AND RECORDED...SOME NEVER GOT ON ALBUMS...WHY, BECAUSE THE MAN HAD MORE SOUL, AND BELIEVED IN ALL THE RIGHT THINGS.....AND HE DIDN'T FORGET THE POOR!
BEWARE AWARE THREE TIMES
because i learn restraint, dignity and pride from her. When she walks down the street holding my hand i compare her to other women and i'm telling you, i never asked for her doctor's name, BUT MY HAT'S OFF TO HIH! AND "YES," SHE SAYS "EVERYTHING WORKS."
Chloe’s Sighting
Our dog is always on guard
The Countenance of Character
Just reflecting on faces and the amazing but deep stories that they tell.A kind of romantic description of abstract qualities..
After turbulence
Some trials on my way, have been tough, may I say. Still the outcome was worth the struggle. You by my side, and happiness is double. You light up my days. I love you all the ways. I trust the feeling stays, when the years pass away. Doub
The Death Of Old McGee
Just some old-fashioned rhyming.
The dry oak tree
This is about the complexities of life and relationships - and all the more, about hope.
Moving on
Separation and its effect on you and me and the little ones...
The Paladin's Lament
I wrote this about 2 months ago. ...I'm a literary glutton for the likes of CS Lewis, Tolkien and George MacDonald, and I enjoy writing a lot when it strikes me.
tell me thelma..
lonely planet ....
Lady Angelus
I hide behind my walls of steel they stop the ones who seek to feel the why, the who, the where and then I start to feel all over again. Retreat I go to bricks and mortar hiding in my castle deep Moat will stop the evil warders while t
somewhere
my mercurian lightness in love..
I never thought I'd love again
I never thought I'd love again My heart once stopped But now beats again I thought I wasn't ready Then I saw your face And now my heart beats at a steady pace.
matt
that right i like animal feces on my face
THE 'PILLAR
Following our divorce, my ex fell into an addiction to drugs & alcohol, due primarily to the crowd she began hanging out with, plus her low self-esteem she'd gotten as a result of her mother's overbearing disapproval, and my one-time infidelity (I deserved her divorcing me). At her lowest, she found herself homeless then locked in rehab. She was in dire need of reminding her of the lady I once knew: honest, intelligent and a truly beautiful soul inside & out, just like our daughter together, Destiny. These words freely spilt onto the paper Destiny & I delivered to her, and she felt they were "God inspired" towards motivating her to complete the drug program successfully and reevaluate her priorities & attitude. I let her regain custody of our daughter upon her metamorphosis, hoping that this poetic pep-talk would achieve its intention. She managed to fly awhile for several years (+ husband & son later) before she eventually found herself again amongst the crawling scum that robbed her again of her wings. I dedicate this poem to anyone suffering from such addictions, in hopes that they recognize their own self-worth before it becomes too late for them. Avoid those peers that keep you in low ruts, and instead aspire for better greatness among positive influences. Whether you believe you're great or lousy, either way you're right. Believe you can achieve it, and you eventually will.
dark mental prison/return from entropy
wow i have to get that out or it will eat me alive
Since I don't have you...
Following the unexpected removal of my gallbladder.
LONELY
"Lonely"is a word I can't explain 'though I searched its meaning in my brain, I know the feeling - I know the pain But the actual meaning I can't obtain. I know the symptoms very well, I know the day when I befell The gnawing cravings which
One Day
Thoughts about a mythical person, past, present or future in my life.
Silly
Confused
A red red rose
this is a Scot ballad written by robert burns.
A Cry
I wrote this because I was thinking about all the animals that are abused every day.
Enid
Mine tears are falling. Alas mine soul is wilting. I fell in love with a passing dream. The delicate whisper in the dark. Thou art not true to thine or I. Where dwelt once the starry night, heavens weep for the lies on thy frozen forked tongue. No ro
child's lullaby
Stay awake tonight till the mornin light don't rest upon your bed though your pillow is soft and deep your not as sleepy as you seem stay awake dont nod and dream stay awake dont nod and dream
borrowed time (song lyrics)
had a jazzy blues tune for a couple of yerars and finally got around to writting lyrics I think theres a message in there somewhere. but definition is in the definer so ..enjoy..mick
Maelstrom
The poem's subject is not a member of CS.
YOUR NOT ALONE
When the stars stop shinning, And the wind begins to blow Ill still be here smiling, can you feel my warm glow. The world you know so heavy, Full of darkness sorrow and pain, Take my hand sweet child, Ill shelter you from the rain. Togethe
My Sunshine
....for you liam xxx
Sage of Rage
It'll do. Happy birthday, Mama... Still polishing what you started.
i hide behind my rings - fragment
i hide behind my rings and shatter echoes of the things that layed ahead of age that we cut short with my rage. i'm on my way, i wish you well it's season's cast of a love spell
A Lover's Oath
Speak to me of worlds We'll see And byways we will take. Hold me close and tell me what a lovely pair we make. Kiss my hands And sing my praises Stroke my silken hair. Look into my loving Eyes and tell me That you care. Wait I wil
Maybe a purpose ?
Human Reason, A bit of Life
Lies of the heart
This short poem it's about a married man who sleeps around.
Able Sable Dunmore
Having known her but a short time this poem is for Odetta 57. I am aware of her tenacity ofof life. Regardless of age she jumps ino life&&love with both feet. Keep up the great attitude! h \\\\\ This poem is for Odetta,(her call name), from Cumbria Northern England. I admire her tenacity for life, regardless of age she has jumped into life and love with both feet.
My lovely lady whereever you are?!
She walks like an angel Through my broken dreams Carrying hope like mail To repair loves lost seams She is not the end all and be all but the one thats getting away For her I would always fall She knows what i would say Its something prim
Dragon Poems
I wrote this set of poems after writing a set of children's stories about friendly, or at least non-hostile dragons. I felt I needed to get in touch with a dragon's real nature.
The Knight's sword
This poem is from the perspective of a sword; it also is a double entendre on how a sword is crafted as well as how a knight's character is developed. It's also a bit personal to me too because it ties in my resolve also. Enjoy!
La Steaua (The Star)
This is a very famous late poem by the Romanian national poet Mihai Eminescu. In my translation, a long vanished star is depicted as memorial of love - the one kind of light always present even when what gave life to it no longer exists. Every generation carries that light within them onwards as those before it and love remains in the world. And for the future - something beautiful like that is not really an illusion; its a tribute to the best part of ourselves.
Jamie Allen
JAMIE ALLEN Play ya pipes & hey em dancin drinking wine and a prancing play ya pipes Jamie Allen like ya daa Run on wild tek tha hand tek tha bodies tek tha land run on wild, run em ragged, run em mad Tek Geordies shilling t de s
Pierdut In Suferinta (Anguish Of Oblivion)
I've often wondered what it feels like to be a poet. Does any one remember? Does it make any difference? The translation is not literal; I want to capture the romantic sensibility of the poet's feelings of insignificance and the futility of gaining acknowledgment by the world. This particular poem came from someone who became famous only after his death. Consider whether Mihai Eminescu's pessimism is truly warranted in view of how he is highly regarded by posterity.
Unde Sunt Zapezile (Where Are The Snows)
Francois Villon wrote a famous ballad in the Middle Ages with the famous interrogative question about the passing order of things. I have composed a ballad that invokes it though its more about the snow which we only get to enjoy for the short time its here. And in life, our happiness is fleeting like the snow.