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#1 angel4hope

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Posted 21 January 2004 - 09:01 PM

A Valentine
by Edgar Allan Poe


For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,
Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
Search narrowly the lines!— they hold a treasure
Divine— a talisman— an amulet
That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure—
The words— the syllables! Do not forget
The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot
Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely comprehend the plot.
Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus
Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
Of poets, by poets— as the name is a poet's, too,
Its letters, although naturally lying
Like the knight Pinto— Mendez Ferdinando—
Still form a synonym for Truth— Cease trying!
You will not read the riddle,
though you do the best you can do.


-The End-

Edited by angel4hope, 22 January 2004 - 09:32 PM.


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Posted 21 January 2004 - 09:16 PM

A Sonnet of the Moon

LOOK how the pale queen of the silent night
Doth cause the ocean to attend upon her,
And he, as long as she is in his sight,
With her full tide is ready her to honor.
But when the silver waggon of the moon
Is mounted up so high he cannot follow,
The sea calls home his crystal waves to moan,
And with low ebb doth manifest his sorrow.
So you that are the sovereign of my heart
Have all my joys attending on your will;
My joys low-ebbing when you do depart,
When you return their tide my heart doth fill.
So as you come and as you do depart,
Joys ebb and flow within my tender heart.

Charles Best

Edited by angel4hope, 22 January 2004 - 09:33 PM.


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Posted 21 January 2004 - 10:12 PM

An exerpt from a poem I wrote a great many years ago (likely before most here were even born)...

From manger to master
Jew to you

Now he is within us
around and about us

Fearful of our death...





And very nice Angel...particularly your first one...

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Posted 21 January 2004 - 10:17 PM

ohh thanx THOTH, but id like to point out that i am not posting poems that i wrote, these are written by other authors...i do not like to take credit for other peoples work..please i hope this clears things up....i myself do write poems...but i dont feel comfortable posting my personal feelings.....so please understand that these poems are originally by other authors...most that are anonymous and some that their names i forgot to write down...

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Posted 21 January 2004 - 10:50 PM

by the way, plaigarism is when you take credit for someones work, i already provided that these poems are not mine also that they are by anonymous authors.....need i say more.....GOD u cant post anything here without getting bi***slapped

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Posted 22 January 2004 - 04:41 AM

Stone is strong but iron cuts it. Iron is strong but fire melts it. Fire is strong but water quenches it. Water is strong but wind moves it. Wind is strong but the body resists it. The body is strong but fear breaks it. Fear is strong but wine averts it. Wine is strong but sleep softens it. Sleep is strong… but one day you die.

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Posted 22 January 2004 - 09:05 PM

i really like that particular piece of writing anonymouse, dude just be careful, next thing you know, theyll tell you your plaigerizing because you havent specified the author.... u know what im not gonna let them get 2 me....guys Angel's poetry Corner is back in buisness as usual...

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Posted 22 January 2004 - 09:13 PM

Land Down Under
by Men At Work

QUOTE
Traveling in a fried-out combie
On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said,

"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."

Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a vegemite sandwich
And he said,

"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."

Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw, and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said,

"Oh! Do you come from a land down under? (oh yeah yeah)
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover."


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Posted 22 January 2004 - 09:19 PM

hey u guys, i need some tips for publishing a book of poems....i have published a few of my poems into collective pieces but i would like to know if you guys have any idea where and how i can begin the publishing process...this is one of my huge goals in life...so i really want to do this...before i get my Phd in psychology and begin to publish such things... thanx, any advice would help.

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Posted 22 January 2004 - 09:25 PM

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Three: Love

II


YOU left me, sweet, two legacies,—
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain 5
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

Emily Dickinson~ one of my favorite poets

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Posted 22 January 2004 - 09:25 PM

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Three: Love

XXXV


PROUD of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.

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Posted 22 January 2004 - 09:28 PM

1849
Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe

This poem appeared in The International Miscellany.
"Annabel Lee" is generally credited to represent Poe's
young wife, Virginia Clemm.


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.


-The End-


Another of my favorite poets... one with a darker side, a more mysterious and depressing tone....

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Posted 22 January 2004 - 09:30 PM

I would love to post Poe's The Raven, but im afraid it will take up too much space...but just for future reference, those who have not read it, youre missing out....its just a wonderful piece of work with hallucinative events and a dark underlying tone.

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Posted 22 January 2004 - 09:31 PM

Preface
by Edgar Allen Poe


1

ROMANCE who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been — a most familiar bird —
Taught me my alphabet to say —
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie
A child — with a most knowing eye.


2

Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very air on high
With tumult, as they thunder by,
I hardly have had time for cares
Thro' gazing on th' unquiet sky!
And, when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings —
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away — forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Did it not tremble with the strings!


-The End-



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Poems, 1831
Introduction
by Edgar Allan Poe


Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been — a most familiar bird —
Taught me my alphabet to say —
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild-wood I did lie
A child — with a most knowing eye.

Succeeding years, too wild for song,
Then roll'd like tropic storms along,
Where, tho' the garish lights that fly
Dying along the troubled sky.
Lay bare, thro' vistas thunder-riven,
The blackness of the general Heaven,
That very blackness yet doth fling
Light on the lightning's silver wing.

For, being an idle boy lang syne,
Who read Anacreon, and drank wine,
I early found Anacreon rhymes
Were almost passionate sometimes —
And by strange alchemy of brain
His pleasures always turn'd to pain —
His naivete to wild desire —
His wit to love — his wine to fire —
And so, being young and dipt in folly
I fell in love with melancholy,
And used to throw my earthly rest
And quiet all away in jest —
I could not love except where Death
Was mingling his with Beauty's breath —
Or Hymen, Time, and Destiny
Were stalking between her and me.

O, then the eternal Condor years
So shook the very Heavens on high,
With tumult as they thunder'd by;
I had no time for idle cares,
Thro' gazing on the unquiet sky!
Or if an hour with calmer wing
Its down did on my spirit fling,
That little hour with lyre and rhyme
To while away — forbidden thing!
My heart half fear'd to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the string.

But now my soul hath too much room —
Gone are the glory and the gloom —
The black hath mellow'd into grey,
And all the fires are fading away.

My draught of passion hath been deep —
I revell'd, and I now would sleep —
And after-drunkenness of soul
Succeeds the glories of the bowl —
An idle longing night and day
To dream my very life away.

But dreams — of those who dream as I,
Yet should I swear I mean alone,
By notes so very shrilly blown,
To break upon Time's monotone,
While yet my vapid joy and grief
Are tintless of the yellow leaf —
Why not an imp the greybeard hath,
Will shake his shadow in my path —
And even the greybeard will o'erlook
Connivingly my dreaming-book.


-The End-

[This poem eventually became "Romance."]



~~~~~~~~~~~~~



The Raven and Other Poems, 1845
Romance
by Edgar Allan Poe


Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been— a most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say—
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child— with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings—
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away— forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.


-The End-

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Posted 22 January 2004 - 09:43 PM

Edgar Allan Poe is one of the best writers EVAR! My avatar is in loving memory of Allan Poe. Can you see the dark resemblance?

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered —
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before —
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."


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Posted 22 January 2004 - 09:45 PM

OMG i loved that the raven was my alltime favorite...it sit and read it over and over and over agian!!!! i still do...and analyze it...ogieeee im a weirdo! sawwy sad.gif i even actually had 2 memorize some lines bak in high school i loved it.....

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Posted 22 January 2004 - 09:46 PM

QUOTE (angel4hope @ Jan 21 2004, 09:16 PM)
A Sonnet of the Moon

LOOK how the pale queen of the silent night
Doth cause the ocean to attend upon her,
And he, as long as she is in his sight,
With her full tide is ready her to honor.
But when the silver waggon of the moon
Is mounted up so high he cannot follow,
The sea calls home his crystal waves to moan,
And with low ebb doth manifest his sorrow.
So you that are the sovereign of my heart
Have all my joys attending on your will;
My joys low-ebbing when you do depart,
When you return their tide my heart doth fill.
So as you come and as you do depart,
Joys ebb and flow within my tender heart.

Charles Best

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Posted 22 January 2004 - 09:46 PM

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Posted 22 January 2004 - 09:49 PM

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite — respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Let me quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! —
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted —
On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore —
Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore —
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."

okie i couldnt help myself here...thats my favorite part.....

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Posted 22 January 2004 - 11:29 PM

i see th resemblance anonymouse

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