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The Sack of the Gods

 

 

STRANGERS drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we;

I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea.

Under the stars beyond our stars where the new-forged meteors glow,
Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago!

Ever ‘neath high Valhalla Hall the well-tuned horns begin,
When the swords are out in the underworld, and the weary Gods come in.
Ever through high Valhalla Gate the Patient Angel goes
He opens the eyes that are blind with hate – he joins the hands of foes.

Dust of the stars was under our feet, glitter of stars above –
Wrecks of our wrath dropped reeling down as we fought and we spurned and we strove.
Worlds upon worlds we tossed aside, and scattered them to and fro,
The night that we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago!

They are forgiven as they forgive all those dark wounds and deep,
Their beds are made on the Lap of Time and they lie down and sleep.
They are forgiven as they forgive all those old wounds that bleed.
They shut their eyes from their worshippers; they sleep till the world has need.

She with the star I had marked for my own – I with my set desire –
Lost in the loom of the Night of Nights – lighted by worlds afire –
Met in a war against the Gods where the headlong meteors glow,
Hewing our way to Valhalla, a million years ago!

They will come back – come back again, as long as the red Earth rolls.
He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think He would squander souls ?

 

 

By: Rudyard Kipling

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My Understanding of Truth by Jake Chambers

 

The gunslinger is the truth.
Roland is the truth.
The Prisoner is the truth.
The Lady of Shadows is the truth.
The Prisoner and the Lady of Shadows are married.  That is the truth.
The way station is the truth.
There were monsters under the mountain.  That is the truth.
One of them had an Amoco gas pump between his legs and was pretending it was his penis.  That is the truth.
Roland let me die.  That is the truth.
I still love him.
That is the truth.

When is a door not a door?  When it’s a jar, and that is the truth.
Blaine is the truth.
Blaine is the truth.
What has four wheels and flies? A garbage truck, and that is the truth.
Blaine is the truth.
You have to watch Blaine all the time. Blaine is a pain and that is the truth.
What is black and white and red all over? A blushing zebra, and that is the truth. Blaine is the truth.
I want to go back and that is the truth.
I have to go back and that is the truth.
I’ll go crazy if I don’t go back and that is the truth.
I can’t go home again unless I find a stone a rose a door and that is the truth. Choo-choo, and that is the truth.
Choo-choo, choo-choo.
Choo-choo, choo-choo, choo-choo.
Choo-choo, Choo-choo, Choo-choo, Choo-choo.
I am afraid, and that is the truth.
Choo-choo.â€

 

From The Wastelands by Stephen King (Dark Tower III)

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"There once was a man from Nantucket..."

Oh wait, I'm sorry. I was looking for the dirty limerick thread. Carry on.

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My Understanding of Truth by Jake Chambers

 

The gunslinger is the truth.

Roland is the truth.

The Prisoner is the truth.

The Lady of Shadows is the truth.

The Prisoner and the Lady of Shadows are married.  That is the truth.

The way station is the truth.

There were monsters under the mountain.  That is the truth.

One of them had an Amoco gas pump between his legs and was pretending it was his penis.  That is the truth.

Roland let me die.  That is the truth.

I still love him.

That is the truth.

When is a door not a door?  When it’s a jar, and that is the truth.

Blaine is the truth.

Blaine is the truth.

What has four wheels and flies? A garbage truck, and that is the truth.

Blaine is the truth.

You have to watch Blaine all the time. Blaine is a pain and that is the truth.

What is black and white and red all over? A blushing zebra, and that is the truth. Blaine is the truth.

I want to go back and that is the truth.

I have to go back and that is the truth.

I’ll go crazy if I don’t go back and that is the truth.

I can’t go home again unless I find a stone a rose a door and that is the truth. Choo-choo, and that is the truth.

Choo-choo, choo-choo.

Choo-choo, choo-choo, choo-choo.

Choo-choo, Choo-choo, Choo-choo, Choo-choo.

I am afraid, and that is the truth.

Choo-choo.â€

 

From The Wastelands by Stephen King (Dark Tower III)

THE DARK TOWER - YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE!

 

Shattered Soldier - it's VERY good to see you back at DBG where you are much beloved by many members and were sorely missed.

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"There once was a man from Nantucket..."

Oh wait, I'm sorry. I was looking for the dirty limerick thread. Carry on.

If you wrote it, Jewy, then bring it on. 

A limerick is a poem, so let's see your legendary talents at work..... 

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        A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

 

               by Edgar Allan Poe

 

 

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow--

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

 

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand --

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep - while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

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The Road Not Taken

 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

 

 

Robert Frost
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 Friendship

 

I think awhile of Love, and while I think,
Love is to me a world,
Sole meat and sweetest drink,
And close connecting link
Tween heaven and earth.

I only know it is, not how or why,
My greatest happiness;
However hard I try,
Not if I were to die,
Can I explain.

I fain would ask my friend how it can be,
But when the time arrives,
Then Love is more lovely
Than anything to me,
And so I'm dumb.

For if the truth were known, Love cannot speak,
But only thinks and does;
Though surely out 'twill leak
Without the help of Greek,
Or any tongue.

A man may love the truth and practise it,
Beauty he may admire,
And goodness not omit,
As much as may befit
To reverence.

But only when these three together meet,
As they always incline,
And make one soul the seat,
And favorite retreat,
Of loveliness;

When under kindred shape, like loves and hates
And a kindred nature,
Proclaim us to be mates,
Exposed to equal fates
Eternally;

And each may other help, and service do,
Drawing Love's bands more tight,
Service he ne'er shall rue
While one and one make two,
And two are one;

In such case only doth man fully prove
Fully as man can do,
What power there is in Love
His inmost soul to move
Resistlessly.

______

Two sturdy oaks I mean, which side by side,
Withstand the winter's storm,
And spite of wind and tide,
Grow up the meadow's pride,
For both are strong

Above they barely touch, but undermined
Down to their deepest source,
Admiring you shall find
Their roots are intertwined
Insep'rably.

 

 

Henry David Thoreau
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              CX

 

The soul unto itself

       Is an imperial friend, ----

Or the most agonizing spy

An enemy could send.

 

Secure against its own,

No treason it can fear;

Itself its sovereign, of itself

The soul should stand in awe.

 

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                 XXV

 

I died for beauty, but was scarce

      Adjusted in the tomb,

When one who died for truth was him

;In an adjoining room.

 

He questioned softly why I failed?

"For beauty,"  I replied.

"And I for truth, -- the two are one;

We brethren are," he said.

 

And so, as kinsmen met a night,

We talked between the rooms,

Until the moss had reached our lips,

And covered up our names.

 

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              VI

 

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

   I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,

Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin

Unto his next again,

I shall not live in vain.

 

 

 

BY EMILY DICKINSON

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  "Only in Sleep"

 

 

Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.

Only in sleep Time is forgotten --
What may have come to them, who can know?
Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.

The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces,
I met their eyes and found them mild --
Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder,
And for them am I too a child?

 

 

Sara Teasdale
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"The Dreams of My Heart"

 

 

The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;

If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.

 

 

Sara Teasdale
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If There Ever Comes A Time

by John E. Scipione

(Littleton, CO)

I know you said not to call

I know you said not to write

You say you want to be left alone

So you can start to forget about that night

While I respect your wishes and don’t wish to cause more heartache

I had to remind you one last time before our final break

If there ever comes a time

When you can forgive but not forget

Remember all the good times and not just the tears

Remember when I held you and still could take away your fears

Remember when you laughed with me until it made us cry

Remember when we talked of growing old together till the day we died

Remember when it was to be forever….for better or for worse

Remember when there were no sharp words between us or a single curse

Remember when no obstacle was too big to overcome

Remember when we said “I do†and we knew that we were one

If there ever comes a time

When you can forgive but not forget

Give me a chance to be for you all the things you were for me

Give me a chance to be the hero you wanted me to be

Give me a chance to keep those promises made so long ago

Give me a chance to mend your heart and get back in your soul

I take nothing for granted only hoping for the best

For a chance to be the One again

Head and shoulders above the rest

So if there ever comes a time

When you can forgive but not forget

I’ll be waiting with a contrite heart and a million and one regrets

I can only pray you will forgive me and give us a new start

I’m Sorry over and over will never be enough

I’m here for you always if there ever comes a time….

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Reaching over
Life to life
Feeling sugared skin
My poor baby
Kissed him so
To ashamed to lift his chin

A voice is speaking
He's the prophet
Blinded by the light
A heart is breaking
I can hear it
Dropped when gone beyond my sight

Hey there, mr. talk too much
What's in store for us now?

I don't know how to speak to you
I don't know how to trust you
I don't kow how to live for you
I don't know how to love you
The gentleman who fell before the court

I feel your closeness
Like a shotgun
A chill within my soul
I touch your finger
Know your darkness
Your passion takes its' toll

Can't see that this talk is cheap
Let the suffering go

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We had this dream
locked behind these wicked thoughts
you and I
we felt pain
passed from him, to me, to you

reaching out
into the empty space
we lost our place

It's your life
it's your soul
it's everything
you give to him
it's my heart
in your hands
keep it or just let it fall
another stone
placed in my wall

I brush away
the flaming hair across your cheek
to see these eyes
that lit my life
now they're cold and dark and gone

with your smile
I'll cross this hopeless line
but don't waste time

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@99   You have such a beautiful soul.

 

I enjoyed your poetry. 

 

Please post whenever the urge strikes, I love reading poetry (classic type AND funny)

I'm a published poet, but have not posted mine here....wanting to avoid accusations of 'hubris' from any members.

At some point I will share some of my work and see what you think.

 

Music, poetry, humor......what other goodies do you have up your sleeve, my multi-faceted friend?

Piquing my interest.   :)

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