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Topic: The Poets Language of Love
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mirage29
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posted May 18, 2016 06:36 PM
  
XVII (I do not love you...)I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ---Pablo Neruda  
Book: The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems http://hellopoetry.com/pablo-neruda/
(music) I Said I Loved You But I Lied (Michael Bolton, lyrics) [5:00] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpvzaYRS-qg
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Pearlty
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posted May 19, 2016 11:40 AM
Exquisitely beautiful additions Mirage! 
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posted May 29, 2016 01:04 PM
The Dream KeeperBring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
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mirage29
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posted May 29, 2016 01:36 PM
^ So ~sensitive! {{ }}  IP: Logged |
Pearlty
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posted July 14, 2016 01:42 PM
Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.In the mirror it's Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth. My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:
we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and recollection,
we sleep like wine in the conches,
like the sea in the moon's blood ray. We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from
the street:
it is time they knew!
It is time the stone made an effort to flower,
time unrest had a beating heart.
It is time it were time. It is time.
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posted July 14, 2016 03:06 PM
What a marvelous addition to the thread. Loved it  IP: Logged |
Pearlty
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posted July 15, 2016 11:02 AM
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Originally posted by thequeen:
What a marvelous addition to the thread. Loved it
Glad you enjoyed it thequeen. IP: Logged |
mirage29
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posted July 16, 2016 08:10 PM
 a little instrumental musical interlude for Poets... (music) Can't Help Falling in Love With You {Elvis} (ThePianoGuys, piano instrumental, Yamaha grand) [4:25] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZQNe8IMLtQ Oh ~my, sooo Creative!  ... (music) What Makes You Beautiful (5-PianoGuys-and-1-piano {{LOL!!!}}; ThePianoGuys, Yamaha piano, instrumental) [3:20] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VqTwnAuHws IP: Logged |
thequeen
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posted July 18, 2016 05:43 PM
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkn’d ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
~John Keats
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Pearlty
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posted July 19, 2016 10:44 PM
An ageless all time beautiful example of poetry...
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Pearlty
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posted July 19, 2016 10:48 PM
quote:
Originally posted by mirage29:
a little instrumental musical interlude for Poets... (music) Can't Help Falling in Love With You {Elvis} (ThePianoGuys, piano instrumental, Yamaha grand) [4:25] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZQNe8IMLtQ Oh ~my, sooo Creative! ... (music) What Makes You Beautiful (5-PianoGuys-and-1-piano {{LOL!!!}}; ThePianoGuys, Yamaha piano, instrumental) [3:20] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VqTwnAuHws
Heavenly uplifting
beautiful interlude..
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Pearlty
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posted August 07, 2016 10:00 AM
I stand before you,
naked as clear water.
To be with you,
in blood and soul
into your fire storm.
Even at your
darkest when your
heart is a Black Forest,
I stand with commitment .
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Ayelet
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posted August 13, 2016 12:03 AM
What a lovely dedication (I guess it's not a dedication, but it surely has the spirit of such). I wonder how can clear water be naked. I guess because they're transparent, and so can be seen throgh their clothes, or rather have none...IP: Logged |
Pearlty
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posted August 15, 2016 08:47 AM
I thought it felt like a dedication as well, and found it fitting as such and beautiful. IP: Logged |
Pearlty
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posted September 17, 2016 12:19 PM
Of Love I have been in love more times than one,
thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting
whether active or not. Sometimes
it was all but ephemeral, maybe only
an afternoon, but not less real for that.
They stay in my mind, these beautiful people,
or anyway beautiful people to me, of which
there are so many. You, and you, and you,
whom I had the fortune to meet, or maybe
missed. Love, love, love, it was the
core of my life, from which, of course, comes
the word for the heart. And, oh, have I mentioned
that some of them were men and some were women
and some — now carry my revelation with you —
were trees. Or places. Or music flying above
the names of their makers. Or clouds, or the sun
which was the first, and the best, the most
loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into
my eyes, every morning. So I imagine
such love of the world — its fervency, its shining, its
innocence and hunger to give of itself — I imagine
this is how it began.
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mirage29
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posted September 17, 2016 08:13 PM
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posted September 18, 2016 06:11 PM
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Pearlty
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posted September 21, 2016 10:54 AM
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Pearlty
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posted October 06, 2016 10:34 AM
Love Comes QuietlyLove comes quietly,
finally, drops
about me, on me,
in the old ways. What did I know
thinking myself
able to go
alone all the way. ~Robert Creeley IP: Logged |
Ayelet
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posted October 11, 2016 12:05 AM
This poem is so touching, in such a deep sense. I can actually feel it. I don't wish to compare, but it is like someone who hasn't eaten for a very long time taste good food, then realizes how hungry he really was.IP: Logged |
Pearlty
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posted October 11, 2016 05:47 PM
It read & felt that way for me as well, lovely analogy Ayelet! IP: Logged |
mirage29
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posted October 12, 2016 04:53 PM
Agreeing with Pearlty's words... So lovely. Great analogy, Ayelet. Would you believe, there ARE songs that have used this Creely poem for lyrics? (I didn't like the musical treatment of these lyrics.) I love finding poetry used as lyrics in various types of music... whether sad or happy or discordant. There's a fine and wide distinction between music involving groups of cluster chords and suspensions, and just some junky uninspired-sounds. There's a difference! What some people accept as music, I think they do so because they think it's 'trendy' to say that you actually 'like' that. *shakes head* O yeah.... *drops the mic* LOL
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Pearlty
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posted October 13, 2016 08:35 AM
I agree with you Mirage classic poems such as this- should be left as they are, not snipped/borrowed for another's songs and so forth.
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mirage29
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posted October 26, 2016 09:44 AM
Love Letters
Everyday the world offers love letters:
Today, a soft blush across the horizon at dawn
Wind-blown leaves hurtling across a bright blue sky
Strangers laughing together, chasing new apples
spilling out of a grocery bag onto the busy sidewalk
Everyday the world offers love letters
If we can pause to receive them
They will sustain our hearts.
If, in our pain or our rushing, we cannot
It is not held against us. No one is keeping score.
Tomorrow new love letters will arrive.~Oriah Mountain Dreamer (c) 2016
Sophie Hogan
The Green Bough,
posted October 25, 2016
"If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come." -Chinese proverb IP: Logged |
mirage29
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posted October 26, 2016 11:18 AM
The Way of Love
1 Corinthians 13 {scriptures} If I speak in the tongues of men
and of angels,
but have not Love,
... I am a noisy gong
... or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers,
and understand all mysteries
and all knowledge,---
and if I have all faith,
so as to remove mountains,
but have not Love,
... I am nothing. If I give away all I have,
and if I deliver up my body to be burned,
but have not Love,
... I gain nothing. Love is patient and kind;
love does not envy or boast;
Love is not arrogant or rude.
It does not insist on its own way;
It is not irritable or resentful;
it does not rejoice at wrongdoing,
but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things,
endures all things. Love never ends.
(music) The Gift of Love (Bette Midler, lyrics) [4:01] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgsoUMumylo lyrics
You ask me what I want.
You ask me what I need.
It's nothing you can buy.---
My heart's not ruled by greed.
I don't love a diamond.
Diamond's you see through.
I want you to hold me.
I want you to be true. Give me the gift of Love.
Look me in the eyes.
Say I'm the one you're dreamin' of.
That'd be the best surprise. Give me the gift of your Sweet Love
In the light of the day,
In the dark of night. Like the colors of the Sun,
The feelings in your Heart.
It's all I want from you.---
And when the sky is dark
I'll have you beside me.
Who could ask for more?
I'll just wear a smile
When you walk in the door. Give me the gift of Love.
Look me in the eyes.
Say I'm the one you're dreamin' of.
That'd be the best surprise. Give me the gift of your Sweet Love
In the light of the day,
In the dark of night. Writers:
Billy Steinberg, Tom Kelly, Susanna Hoffs IP: Logged |
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