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Love Triangle by Lang Leav

I can stand him not loving me……

……I can’t dtand him loving her

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Here’s a little something from one of my favorite poets.

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From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were — I have not seen

As others saw — I could not bring

My passions from a common spring —

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow — I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone —

And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —

Then — in my childhood — in the dawn

Of a most stormy life — was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still —

From the torrent, or the fountain —

From the red cliff of the mountain —

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold —

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by —

From the thunder, and the storm —

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view —

Oh isn’t it a lovely day!

Birds singing 

The breeze blowing steady

A cup of coffee on hand

While the sun slowly rises

And then I remember,

It’s Monday after all

Bond Through Music

Whenever I miss you, whenever I’m down

I listen to one of your favorite songs

It gives a smile to my frown

And it’s right where I belong

 

The melody, the lyrics, engulfs my soul

I close my eyes and I see you, feel you’re near

I feel the rhythm, my heart it stole

Just like how you would remove all my fears

 

I cuddle myself as I listen and feel each beat

to the beat of my own heart

We may not see each other often now

But I pray the music that binds us

will help us get through this somehow

My Fairy

I have a fairy by my side
Which says I must not sleep,
When once in pain I loudly cried
It said “You must not weep”
If, full of mirth, I smile and grin,
It says “You must not laugh”
When once I wished to drink some gin
It said “You must not quaff”.

When once a meal I wished to taste
It said “You must not bite”
When to the wars I went in haste
It said “You must not fight”.

“What may I do?” at length I cried,
Tired of the painful task.
The fairy quietly replied,
And said “You must not ask”.

-Lewis Carroll-

A Son’s Pain

Until the end of the day, I sit and pray
Looking towards the heaven, looking  toward that day.
The day when life will unfold it’s plan
To a needy young  man trying to make it through this land.
Had dreams of wealth, happiness  galore
But only received nightmares, Lord I can’t take any more.
Please  lead me to that path that You have set for me
My patience is running short.  Where do you want me to be?
I know I am one of your angels, one without the  wings
I try to be kind and peaceful, bring to people wonderful things.
But  I feel more hurt that happiness, tears continue to flow
I see so much more  with my life, but things are happening slow.
So I ask you, Father, please  show me your full grace
Because I am tired of hiding my smile underneath the  pain on this face

 

-James Toles

 

Source: A Son’s Pain, God Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-sons-pain#ixzz2gsbnaTFW

You Take Me There

As I search for your Saving grace,
I know one day I’ll see your face.
Waiting is the hardest thing for me,
I know with you I will be so  free.
You take me up and lay me back down,
I know with you I am and will  be found.
I seek you each day and seek your name,
I am nothing without you or your Fame.
Waking with you, you give me power,
To make it another day and another hour.
Learning your word is oh so smart,
I love you Lord with  all my heart.
You gave up for me all your life,
We could not stop all the  strife.
Everyday I will always say,
I long to return to you one  day.
Love me Lord and keep me strong,
Without you I can never get  alone.
So hear my prayers as bring me peace,
My sins Oh Lord will slowly  cease.
My heart is heavy and I am weak,
Your love is strong as you speak.
Keep me safe at comforts arms,
Give me grace without any  harm.
Give me eternity and take me home,
That day I will never be alone.

– Ralph Quinonez

Source: You Take Me There, God Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/you-take-me-there#ixzz2gsVYzhvW

Sweeney Among The Nightingales

Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.
The circles of the stormy moon
Slide westward toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the horned gate.
 
Gloomy Orion and the Dog
Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas;
The person in the Spanish cape
Tries to sit on Sweeney’s knees
 
Slips and pulls the table cloth
Overturns a coffee-cup,
Reorganized upon the floor
She yawns and draws a stocking up;
 
The silent man in mocha brown
Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes;
The waiter brings in oranges
Bananas figs and hothouse grapes;
 
The silent vertebrate in brown
Contracts and concentrates, withdraws;
Rachel née Rabinovitch
Tears at the grapes with murderous paws;
 
She and the lady in the cape
Are suspect, thought to be in league;
Therefore the man with heavy eyes
Declines the gambit, shows fatigue,
 
Leaves the room and reappears
Outside the window, leaning in,
Branches of wistaria
Circumscribe a golden grin;
 
The host with someone indistinct
Converses at the door apart,
The nightingales are singing near
The Convent of the Sacred Heart,
 
And sang within the bloody wood
When Agamemnon cried aloud,
And let their liquid droppings fall
To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud.
-T.S. Eliot-

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,          

In a kingdom by the sea,    

That a maiden there lived whom you may know          

By the name of ANNABEL LEE;    

And this maiden she lived with no other thought          

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,          

In this kingdom by the sea;    

But we loved with a love that was more than love-          

 I and my Annabel Lee;    

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven          

 Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,          

 In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling          

My beautiful Annabel Lee;    

 So that her highborn kinsman came          

And bore her away from me,    

To shut her up in a sepulchre          

 In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,          

Went envying her and me-    

Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,          

In this kingdom by the sea)    

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,          

 Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love          

 Of those who were older than we-          

 Of many far wiser than we-    

And neither the angels in heaven above,          

Nor the demons down under the sea,    

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul          

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams          

 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;    

 And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes          

 Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;    

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side    

 Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,          

In the sepulchre there by the sea,          

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

 

-Edgar Allan Poe-

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This poem is my all time favorite from my all time favorite poet. This poem was my first ever post in this blog as well, which was a year ago.

Here’s the link: https://mariamikayla.wordpress.com/2012/04/13/an-introduction/

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