A Bit Of Poetry

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  1. Bill Boggs

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    Do you have a favorite poem prone that you like, because it speaks to you now and then or reminds you of something or somebody. Long, long before I knew who Jenny Joseph was, I ran across her poem somewhere. I remember laughing out loud and trying to remember it so I could tell my wife a poem I had discovered. I didn’t remember but I did remember enough of it that she recognized it and was quite familiar with it but then she was always two steps ahead of me. I have liked this poem for many years. I recently read it was voted England’s favorite poem. If you’re not favorite with one of my favorites, take a listen to this.


    Warning
    By Jenny Joseph


    When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
    With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
    And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
    And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
    I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
    And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
    And run my stick along the public railings
    And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
    I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
    And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
    And learn to spit.

    You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
    And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
    Or only bread and pickle for a week
    And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

    But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
    And pay our rent and not swear in the street
    And set a good example for the children.
    We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

    But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
    So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
    When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.


    Do you have a favorite poem you'd like to share?
     
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    How about this?

    The Purpose of Poetry
    Jared Carter



    This old man grazed thirty head of cattle
    in a valley just north of the covered bridge
    on the Mississinewa, where the reservoir
    stands today. Had a black border collie
    and a half-breed sheep dog with one eye.
    The dogs took the cows to pasture each morning
    and brought them home again at night
    and herded them into the barn. The old man
    would slip a wooden bar across both doors.


    One dog slept on the front porch, one on the back.

    He was waiting there one evening
    listening to the animals coming home
    when a man from the courthouse stopped
    to tell him how the new reservoir
    was going to flood all his property.
    They both knew he was too far up in years
    to farm anywhere else. He had a daughter
    who lived in Florida, in a trailer park.
    He should sell now and go stay with her.

    The man helped bar the doors before he left.


    He had only known dirt under his fingernails
    and trips to town on Saturday mornings
    since he was a boy. Always he had been around
    cattle, and trees, and land near the river.
    Evenings by the barn he could hear the dogs
    talking to each other as they brought in
    the herd; and the cows answering them.
    It was the clearest thing he knew. That night
    He shot both dogs and then himself.


    The purpose of poetry is to tell us about life.
     
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  3. Shirley Martin

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    Awwwww, @Bill Boggs , that one makes my heart ache. Did it yours?
     
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    I've loved this poem from the moment I first read it. Framed it. It made me want to write. To tell of life. Foolish huh?
     
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    No, not foolish. Some of our greatest literature has come from the deepest tragedies.
     
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    On Pain - Poem by Khalil Gibran

    Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
    your understanding.

    Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
    heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

    And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
    daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
    less wondrous than your joy;

    And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
    even as you have always accepted the seasons that
    pass over your fields.

    And you would watch with serenity through the
    winters of your grief.

    Much of your pain is self-chosen.

    It is the bitter potion by which the physician within
    you heals your sick self.

    Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
    in silence and tranquillity:

    For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
    the tender hand of the Unseen,

    And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has
    been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has
    moistened with His own sacred tears.

    Khalil Gibran
     
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    Your Children

    Your children are not your children.
    They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
    They come through you but not from you.
    And though they are with you, they belong not to you.
    You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
    For they have their own thoughts.
    You may house their bodies but not their souls,
    For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
    Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
    You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
    For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
    You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
    The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite.
    And He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
    Let your bending in the archer's hands be for happiness;
    For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
    So He loves the bow that is stable.

    Khalil Gibran
     
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    Nice one Bbs. I like them both, but especially this one. Thanks for posting.
     
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    Marriage

    Then Almitra spoke again and said, 'And what of Marriage, master?'

    And he answered saying:

    You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.

    You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.

    Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

    But let there be spaces in your togetherness,

    And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

    Love one another but make not a bond of love:

    Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

    Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.

    Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

    Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,

    Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

    Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.

    For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

    And stand together, yet not too near together:

    For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

    And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

    Khalil Gibran
     
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    Oh, my, @ Babs Hunt I have long ago forgotten Khalil Gibron. I remember way back The Prophet took up residence in our home after my wife gave a copy to our son. I remember reading parts of it from timed to time and may have been a little jealouse a man such as he could speak of what I wished to say but had not yet thought.
     
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    He is my favorite Poet....his poems are pure Wisdom to me. And yes, I wish I could express my thoughts as he did too @Bill Boggs.
     
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