POET'S LAIR

ELDORADO

by Edgar Allan Poe

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old -
This knight so bold -
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow -
'Shadow,' said he,
'Where can it be -
This
land of Eldorado?'

'Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,'
The shade replied -
'If you seek for Eldorado'



 
20,000 miles to an oasis
20,000 years will I burn
20,000 chances I wasted
Waiting for the moment to turn

I would give my life to find it
I would give it all
Catch me if I fall

Walking through the woods I have faced it
Looking for something to learn
30,000 thoughts have replaced it,
Never in my time to return

I would give my life to find it
I would give it all
Catch me if I fall
All alone
Waiting to fall

40,000 stars in the evening
Look at them fall from the sky
40,000 reasons for living
40,000 tears in your eyes

I would give my life to find it
I would give it all
Catch me if I fall

-REM "Texarkana"
 
DIRTY DEEDS DUN DIRT CHEAP.



Holler ‘ Whiner’ - run away

Live to fight another day.


Holler ‘Racist’ - then turn tail.

Put yourself beyond the pale.



Demonstrated by these ploys,

Empty vessels make most noise.


Chorus : ‘Waltzing Matilda,
Waltzing Matilda’
Etc.& etc.



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It depends upon the kitten.



TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?



Wm. Blake.​
 
Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam.



They are not long, the
weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate;
I think they have no portion
in us after
We pass the gate.


They are not long, the days
Of wine and roses;
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for awhile,
Then closes
Within a dream.

By Ernest Dowson 1867-1900
 
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"Lightning Crashes"

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door

lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now, to the baby down the hall

oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored iris,
presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQbAz-cgDR8
 
Ha -ha TOG - Mcgonagall strikes again. He is actually very famous, late 19th century, and wrote a great many military poems, although his most famous is probably about the Tay Bridge Disaster. He also has one about Glasgow. I picked this one, Tel -el -Kebir, because in 1954, when I was 19, the battlefield of Tel-el-Kebir was still held by the British, and I served there with the Highland Brigade. According to McGonagall 14000 Highlanders, Irish and other Brits, + Bengal Lancers, defeated 70,000.
He often sold his poems on the streets as broad-sheets, and it is interesting to observe the views of historic matters as seen at that time, mostly from distance.

Last week a collection of his poems was auctioned for £6000 UK +.

He once marched up to Balmoral to beg the Queen to appoint him Poet Laureate, when the incombant died. No luck there!


Here is his New York poem:-


Oh, mighty city of New York, you are wonderful to behold--
Your buildings are magnificent-- the truth be it told--
They were the only thing that seemed to arrest my eye,
Because many of them are thirteen storeys high;
And as for Central Park, it is lovely to be seen--
Especially in the summer season when its shrubberies are green
And the Burns Statue is there to be seen,
Surrounded by trees on the beautiful sward so green;
Also Shakespeare and the immortal Sir Walter Scott,
Which by Scotchmen and Englishmen will never be forgot.
There are people on the Sabbath day in thousands resort--
All lov'd, in conversation, and eager for sport;
And some of them viewing the wild beasts there,
While the joyous shouts of children does rend the air--
And also beautiful black swans, I do declare.
And there's beautiful boats to be seen there,
And joyous shouts of children does rend the air,
While the boats sail along with them o'er Lohengrin Lake,
And fare is 5 cents for children, and adults ten is all they take.
And there's also summer-house shades, and merry-go-rounds
And with the merry laughter of the children the Park resounds,
During the live-long Sabbath day
Enjoying themselves at the merry-go-round play.
Then there's the elevated railroads about five storeys high,
Which the inhabitants can hear night and day passing by;
Of, such a mass of people there daily do throng--
No less than five 100,000 daily pass along;
And all along the city you can get for five cents--
And, believe me, among the passengers there's few discontent.
And the top of the houses are mostly all flat,
And in the warm weather the people gather to chat;
Besides, on the housetops they dry their clothes;
And, also, many people all night on the housetops repose.
And numerous ships end steamboats are there to be seen,
Sailing along the East River water, which is very green--
Which is certainly a most beautiful sight
To see them sailing o'er the smooth water day and night.
And as for Brooklyn Bridge, it's a very great height,
And fills the stranger's heart with wonder at first sight;
And with all its loftiness I venture to say
It cannot surpass the new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay.
And there's also ten thousand rumsellers there--
Oh, wonderful to think of, I do declare!
To accommodate the people of New York therein,
And to encourage them to commit all sorts of sin
And on the Sabbath day ye will see many a man
Going for beer with a big tin can,
And seems proud to be seen carrying home the beer
To treat his neighbours and his family dear.
Then at night numbers of the people dance and sing,
Making the walls of their houses to ring
With their songs and dancing on Sabbath night,
Which I witnessed with disgust, and fled from the sight.
And with regard to New York and the sights I did see--
Believe me, I never saw such sights in Dundee;
And the morning I sailed from the city of New York
My heart it felt as light as a cork.


He was once intent upon acting, but when he played McBeth and came to final scene where he has to die in combat he refused to do so and fought on until his exhausted opponent stopped!



There you have it -the great Mcgonagall himself!
 
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Silence
by Thomas Hood

There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave--under the deep, deep sea,
Or in wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush'd--no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox or wild hyaena calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan--
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.






 
I wrote the finishing touches on this one last night...It has many influences but mainly it was for my boys serving, the girls they and we all love, and well life in general...Someone asked me who it was for and I said "The World" lol, no really...So read it and tell me what you think ;)

Angelic Thoughts

I made a decision today, with that said, may our dreams come true

Keep with it so bright, patients now you will see this is far from through

Though I may have had a few years, and possibly a few too many beers

We sat, reminisced, and drank; we shed our tears and shared our fears

When do we see this sparkling light, with her, an epiphany

Sounds tremble and move just subtle nuances in perfect harmony

In a way that is life, such a grand symphony

With great intoxication, let be the dreams of both happy and hurt.

A simple moment. As the stars and us unite

As our battle rages in the deep black darkness of night

A warrior sits alone. With only the thoughts of an angel to fuel his courage and might

Her eyes sparkle brilliantly even on the darkest of nights providing the light that guides him into the fight

This angelic creature, he has to thank, with her smile greater then the brightest sunshine

Thoughts of this angel is all he needs to carry him through the day giving hope, making everything just fine

I see the light and then truly, everything is just fine

 
Great to see you back on this thread, Donkey. This poem is beautiful. Thanks - I know I will return to it.:thumb:
 
THE PRETENDER
I'm going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
I'm going to pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening rolls around
Ill go on home and lay my body down
And when the morning light comes streaming in
Ill get up and do it again
Amen
Say it again
Amen

I want to know what became of the changes
We waited for love to bring
Were they only the fitful dreams
Of some greater awakening
I've been aware of the time going by
They say in the end its the wink of an eye
And when the morning light comes streaming in
You'll get up and do it again
Amen

Caught between the longing for love
And the struggle for the legal tender
Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring
And the junk man pounds his fender
Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light
And the children solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor
Out into the cool of the evening
Strolls the pretender
He knows that all his hopes and dreams
Begin and end there

Ah the laughter of the lovers
As they run through the night
Leaving nothing for the others
But to choose off and fight
And tear at the world with all their might
While the ships bearing their dreams
Sail out of sight

I'm going to find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And well fill in the missing colors
In each others paint-by-number dreams
And then well put out dark glasses on
And well make love until our strength is gone
And when the morning light comes streaming in
Well get up and do it again
Get it up again

I'm going to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Thought true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender

-By Jackson Browne
 
Yeah - that's life, kid.

And this is the search :-



Eldorado by Edgar Allan Poe

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old -
This knight so bold -
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow -
'Shadow,' said he,
'Where can it be -
This land of Eldorado?'

'Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,'
The shade replied -
'If you seek for Eldorado!'
 
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I wrote the finishing touches on this one last night...It has many influences but mainly it was for my boys serving, the girls they and we all love, and well life in general...Someone asked me who it was for and I said "The World" lol, no really...So read it and tell me what you think ;)

Angelic Thoughts

I made a decision today, with that said, may our dreams come true...........

I like it a lot. :santam16:
 
BROTHERS IN ARMS
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day youll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And youll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
Ive watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

Theres so many different worlds
So many differents suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the suns gone to hell
And the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But its written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

-Dire Straits
 
Hallelujah

"Hallelujah"

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah.


You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah


L. Cohen.
 
Famous Poet and songwriter of the sixties and on. Many, many songs. From upright Jewish family originally but a deep thinker. This was a song of which he wrote 80 verses over two years. In that time his views moved but I like these shown here because they have a very biblical and spiritual stance that moves me. I feel David, Samson, Jesus etc. in there. It certainkly brings me home; some other verses I am not into. He retired at his height , became a buddhist monk, and entered a monastery for a number of years. He left his lady manager, ex-lover, in charge of his affairs and she blew the lot. When he emerged again he had only $100.000 left. So he had to go back to work.

Leonard Cohen.
 
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