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Post by Siren on May 24, 2006 19:59:55 GMT -6
In keeping with the heavenly theme of the quotes thread these days, here's a beautiful song lyric written by Gretchen Peters, performed by Andy Griggs.
If Heaven
If heaven was an hour, it would be twilight When the fireflies start their dancing on the lawn And supper's on the stove, and Mamma's laughing, And everybody's working day is done
If heaven was a town, it would be my town On a summer day in 1985 And everything I wanted was out there waiting And everyone I loved was still alive
Chorus: Don't cry a tear for me now baby There comes a time we must all say goodbye And if that's what heaven's made of You know I ain't afraid to die
If heaven was a pie it would be cherry Cool and sweet and heavy on your tongue And just one bite would satisfy your hunger And there'd always be enough for everyone
If heaven was a train it sure would be a fast one That could take this weary travler round the bend And if heaven was a tear it'd be my last one And you'd be in my arms again
Chorus: Don't cry a tear for me now baby There comes a time we must all say goodbye And if that's what heaven's made of You know I ain't afraid to die
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Post by Phalon on Jun 3, 2006 23:11:24 GMT -6
Been a while since I've stuck my head in here. Great lyrics and poems, ladies. Mauve - that last one, "The Return", you are the author, or practicing penmanship as part of your therapy? It is beautiful.
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Post by Mini Mia on Jun 27, 2006 18:41:51 GMT -6
There was an interesting article called The poetry of travel on page 17 of The Writer Magazine, written by Marilyn L. Taylor. I plan on trying out her techniques at some point in time.
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Post by gwenyver on Jun 29, 2006 21:22:43 GMT -6
Canyons
I stand above the cliff The sun shining in my eyes The beauty set before me Immense intense immeasurable Overshadowed by the light Is it setting or rising The coldness of the breeze My soft breath on the air Tells me the sun is going down One hand warmed by trust Now cold and empty My back once shielded Now buffeted by the wind Turning to find you gone What choice is left Follow or stay I’ll stay And though alone The beauty is amazing Even through the tears
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Post by Gabbin on Jun 29, 2006 22:32:32 GMT -6
Hi Gwenyver.
I have to say that this piece made me think that the character was not human but a canine. Why? Cuz the pup is at a cliff and going to stay. I figured not a puppy with innocence but not a dog with knowledge but, somewhere in between. An interesting take, maybe. The pup is wondering whether going home to a warm place with food and love, or just staying out in the elements with hardened paws and....wild untamed ways.
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Post by Mini Mia on Jul 5, 2006 22:16:13 GMT -6
I've been reading the book: Writing Alone and with Others by Pat Schneider, and in it the author suggests that you play a song you like over and over and come up with your own lyrics to it. Then put an ad in the newspaper seeking someone who can put your lyrics to music. (Should you not be musically inclined.)
~~~ DO NOT tell them what songs you wrote the lyrics to, however, as you don't want to influence their creative output. ~~~
This is how she writes her lyrics.
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Post by gwenyver on Jul 5, 2006 23:56:29 GMT -6
Strangers
I met a stranger today She wore my clothes She had my eyes Her hair was caked and wild Tears ran unchecked What had she seen Where had she been What had she done I embraced her Told her it was safe I said it was ok I met a stranger today She wore your clothes She had your eyes Hold my hand It’ll be ok
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Post by Siren on Jul 7, 2006 16:19:34 GMT -6
Haunting, Gwenyver. Beautiful!
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Post by gwenyver on Jul 7, 2006 20:12:29 GMT -6
Thank you ladies.
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Post by Mini Mia on Jul 9, 2006 17:43:44 GMT -6
I found the following in a Google Search for something else. I don't know anything about it.
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Post by Mini Mia on Aug 17, 2006 21:26:53 GMT -6
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Aug 20, 2006 17:18:56 GMT -6
One of my faves from Uncle Willy....
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel: Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
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Post by Phalon on Aug 23, 2006 17:23:24 GMT -6
Meeee--ahh! Oh, Fairly Bored Mother, I need your help once again. There is a way - I know there has to be - to find a post without wading through an entire thread. I'm looking for a poem Sweet Pea wrote for me. I wanted to save a copy, but the one I had accidentally got thrown away during the last clean sweep desk project. I've browsed through a lot of the pages here, but can't find it. I'm sure it was in this thread.
You've dug up stuff for me before. Once more? Pleeease?
Scrappy, reading Shakespeare, I think, is a bit like reading Horace: so much in there, both subtle and blaring. Personally, I prefer Horace, though granted I haven't read much Shakespeare. Always good to read more.
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Post by Mini Mia on Aug 23, 2006 19:00:56 GMT -6
There are several ways to find it. If it was one of her last 5 posts, a link to it should be in her profile. If it was one of her last 10, 20, 30 posts... you can select that in her profile. You can also click on the "Print" icon at the top & bottom bar of this thread and do a "Ctrl+F" and do a word search to see if it finds the poem you want.
Let me know if either of these works for you.
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Post by Phalon on Aug 23, 2006 20:46:23 GMT -6
I got it, Mia, by looking at her profile. Thanks! You're giving away your secrets, you know. I didn't even need the wand for this one.
Of course, I should have been able to figure this out on my own, (eye-roll)
Phalon ~ Feeling Technically Adept at the Moment
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Post by Mini Mia on Aug 23, 2006 21:20:24 GMT -6
You're welcome...
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Post by Mini Mia on Sept 1, 2006 14:35:15 GMT -6
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Post by katina2nd on Sept 18, 2006 21:07:08 GMT -6
Gotta dash for now Siren, and get some things done while there's a bit of a break in the weather [ blowing a gale here at the moment ] By the way, great posts by you and Gams on the new Autumn thread.
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Post by katina2nd on Sept 18, 2006 21:10:44 GMT -6
Sheesh what a doofus, hit up the wrong thread, hope nobody was expecting some poetry here. I'll move it later.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 19, 2006 5:52:37 GMT -6
Thanks, Katina. It's a good thing to start the day with a smile, and you've just made me do that.
Possibly because I now know I'm not the lone doofus here, (I've done the same thing prior to you).
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Post by katina2nd on Sept 20, 2006 1:55:13 GMT -6
Thanks, Katina. It's a good thing to start the day with a smile, and you've just made me do that. Possibly because I now know I'm not the lone doofus here, (I've done the same thing prior to you). Glad I could kick start your day for you Lady P, probably the least I could do after the shock it probably caused when you saw my name on the poetry thread.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 20, 2006 7:57:23 GMT -6
I was hoping to see some bit of poetry from you, Katina. A limerick, perhaps?
"There once was a man from Australia...."
Maeve, my ever-talented former-FIP poetry writing friend - very nice.
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Post by Siren on Sept 20, 2006 21:26:42 GMT -6
I was hoping to see some bit of poetry from you, Katina. A limerick, perhaps? "There once was a man from Australia...." BOLL! A limerick from kat was just what I was thinking. Mine began, "There once was a man from Nantucket..." I blush, just thinking of the rest.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 3, 2006 18:06:39 GMT -6
Found this in my wanderings.......posted with permission from the author.
i wish i was a photograph tucked into the corners of your wallet i wish i was a photograph you carried like a future in your back pocket i wish i was that face you showed a stranger when they ask you where you come from i wish i was that someone that you come from every time you get there and when you get there, i wish i was that someone that got phone calls and post cards saying, wish you were here and i wish you were here autumn is the hardest season the leaves have all fallen and they fell like they were falling in love with the ground and the trees are naked and lonely i keep trying to tell them, new leaves will come around in the spring, but you can't tell trees those things they're like me, they just stand there and don't listen i wish you were here. i've been missing you like crazy i've been hazy eyed, starring at the bottom of my glass again thinking of the time when it was so full it was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine or sticking straws into the center of the sun and sipping like Icarus would forever kiss the bullets from our guns, i i never meant to fire, you know. i know you never meant to fire, lover i know we, never meant to hurt each other now the sky clips from black to blue and dusk looks like a bruise i've been wrapping one night stands around my body like wedding bands and none of them fit in the morning they just slip off my fingers and slip out the door and all that lingers is the scent of you i once swore, if i threw that scent into a wishing well all the wishes in the world would come true do you remember? do you remember the night i told you i've never seen anything more perfect than snow falling in the glow of a streetlight electricity, bowing to nature mind, bowing to heart beat this is going to hurt, bowing to i love you i still love you; like moons love the planets they circle around like children love recess bells i hear the sound of you and think of playgrounds where outcasts who stutter under braces, bruises and acne are finally learning, that their rich handsome bullies are never going to grow up to be happy i think of happy when i think of you so wherever you are, i, i, hope you're happy i really do, i hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight i hope you finally found a way to quit smoking i hope your lungs are open and breathing this life i hope there's a kite in your hand that's flying all the way up to Orion and you've still got a thousand yards of string to let out i hope you're smiling, like God is pulling at the corners of your mouth cuz, i might be naked and lonely shaking branches for bones, but i'm still time zones away from who i was the day before we met you were the first mile where my heart broke a sweat and i wish you were here i wish you'd never left but mostly i wish you well i wish you my very, very best
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Post by gwenyver on Jan 29, 2007 0:25:29 GMT -6
Tell me I am ugly and vile, That you cannot look on me without disgust. I would not then seek to pollute your presence with my foul air.
Believe me to be unintelligent and without wit, That my words bring you no smiles. I would no longer seek to lighten your burden with them.
Rumor me to be cruel in my treatment of you, That others may gather to your sentiment. I would then pause, head bowed awaiting my penance.
Seek out my destruction with sword in hand. I would gladly bare my chest awaiting your justice. But please, I beg of you, tell me not that I am unworthy of love
For therein lies my death.
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Post by gwenyver on Mar 13, 2007 3:14:15 GMT -6
Three women (revised)
The first was light and ease. She teased and played and spoke to me truths. She showed me possibilities. Eyes like the ocean and hair like the sun. Easing my fears. A new adventure awaited. But she was too ethereal to stay. Flying away as I knew she would. Like a tiny bird following spring.
The second was dark and brooding. She opened my eyes and showed me the stars. She breathed confidence. Eyes like chocolate and hair like midnight. She taught me lessons in acceptance and honor. But she belonged to another. So like a spider she crawled back to a web of her own design.
The third was everything. Light and dark. Strength and fragility. Kindness, compassion, and wisdom. She shared the world with me. Helping my soul to sing. Teaching me to love without hesitation. Eyes like emeralds washed in the sun and hair like burnished mahogany. But her heart was unknowable, unattainable. Like a wolf silently running through the woods, she turned to tread a path divergent from my own. And I’m left with questions that have no answers. Hoping we cross again someday.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 13, 2008 7:48:45 GMT -6
I received this poem in an e-mail; one of those pass it along to everyone you know, and by doing so, three cents per e-mail recipient will be donated to a particular medical organization.
I "snoped" it, and found it is "urban legend"; the poem was supposedly written by a terminally ill young girl, (a seven year old, or teenager, depending on which version of this e-mail is forwarded), and it was her wish to have her poem passed around the world.
It was actually written by David L. Weatherford, a child psychologist.
Regardless of the hoax, the message of the poem is beautiful.
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down. Don't dance so fast Time is short. The music won't last.
Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask "How are you?" Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head?
You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift thrown away.
Life is not a race, so take it slower Hear the music, before the song is over.
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