Johnny Walker - always browned by sun
Johnny Walker - I shall let you run
Johnny Walker - come and take my hand
Johnny - you are my only friend ...

Johnny Walker - there you are again
Johnny Walker - I do enjoy your chain
Johnny Walker - come flow into my glass
Johnny - you are my favorite mass ...

I tried, seems cannot live without you though
- Why anyway ? I'm daily used to bow
Nobody else does listen like you do,
You'd never laugh at me or, at my view ...

Johnny Walker - I don't believe that crap
Johnny Walker - you'd wear the devil's tab
Johnny Walker - go merely roast me grind
Johnny - I'm king after the next pint ...

transposed by Daniel
from german songlyrics of
Marius Mueller Westernhagen ... ~*~

Thank you Thank you Thank you...all of you...my grannies heart is so blessed and touched and tears but happy tears.....words I cannot find to say right to how I feel...but very elated and excited and want to dance :) any one ready LOLOL...thank you all again...such beautiful beautiful words..from you all...wow what a birthday!!!!!!!!!!!and its still going here also where I am now.........Granny Wombats so proud!! to be a part of the family...also:)

Current river dear........wow am I happy to see you also ...:) I know you were so busy time....!!

A Divine Image
by William Blake


Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

ON LIVING

I

Living is no laughing matter:
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel, for example-
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
I mean living must be your whole occupation.
Living is no laughing matter:
you must take it seriously,
so much so and to such a degree
that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,
your back to the wall,
or else in a laboratory
in your white coat and safety glasses,
you can die for people-
even for people whose faces you've never seen,
even though you know living
is the most real, the most beautiful thing.
I mean, you must take living so seriously
that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees-
and not for your children, either,
but because although you fear death you don't believe it,
because living, I mean, weighs heavier.


II

Let's say you're seriously ill, need surgery -
which is to say we might not get
from the white table.
Even though it's impossible not to feel sad
about going a little too soon,
we'll still laugh at the jokes being told,
we'll look out the window to see it's raining,
or still wait anxiously
for the latest newscast ...
Let's say we're at the front-
for something worth fighting for, say.
There, in the first offensive, on that very day,
we might fall on our face, dead.
We'll know this with a curious anger,
but we'll still worry ourselves to death
about the outcome of the war, which could last years.
Let's say we're in prison
and close to fifty,
and we have eighteen more years, say,
before the iron doors will open.
We'll still live with the outside,
with its people and animals, struggle and wind-
I mean with the outside beyond the walls.
I mean, however and wherever we are,
we must live as if we will never die.


III

This earth will grow cold,
a star among stars
and one of the smallest,
a gilded mote on blue velvet-
I mean this, our great earth.
This earth will grow cold one day,
not like a block of ice
or a dead cloud even
but like an empty walnut it will roll along
in pitch-black space ...
You must grieve for this right now
-you have to feel this sorrow now-
for the world must be loved this much
if you're going to say ``I lived'' ...



Nazim Hikmet February, 1948 Trans. Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk - 1993

wow honey...that is very visually descriptive :)

I really enjoyed that, thank you :o)

Hello! I´m very pleased and really delighted that you posted this poem. Generally Hikmet is not so well known here...
Thanks a lot...

Hi, that´s one of my favourite songs by Cohen - and I still love it...
Well done...

Hi, danoschek! Where did you find this one? It´s not only very interesting but nearly forgotten, as far as I know, especially outside Scotland.

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.


by Wilfred Owen

to get to the archive click here ... ~*~ :)

Moving... *shivers down my spine..

Brilliant poem from the finest Anti-War poet of all time. This link is one I used in an essay about the poem, video and naration!!

http://www.anzacs.net/CinemaOwen1.htm

Sheer brilliance.

Thanks, Aragon.. gonna check that one out.. Next to IT Manager.. would you be a journalist/novellist?? :-)

LOL - no! I have trouble with the IT skills as it is ROFL

Hmm, did you ever get to 'use' that IT diploma, Aragon?!!

LMAO - not yet Harley :o)

Hi, Danoschek! I just got a little time... and I happend to read this poem. I like it - and I´m sure to know why...

Hi Sigrid :)
you might know it still from our club -
about msg 800-900 - before I visited her 2001 ~*~

The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door
He said, "I am not fighting for you any more"
The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before
And slowly she let him inside.

He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill
And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill
But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
Only first I am asking you why."

Down in the long narrow hall he was led
Into her rooms with her tapestries red
And she never once took the crown from her head
She asked him there to sit down.

He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young
But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won
And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun
And now will you tell me why ?"

The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye
She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try"
But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry
But she closed herself up like a fan.

And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread
It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"
He laid his hand then on top of her head
And he bowed her down to the ground.

"Tell me how hungry are you ? How weak you must feel
As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed
But I won't march again on your battlefield"
And he took her to the window to see.

And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray
And she wanted more than she ever could say
But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away
And would not look at his face again.

And he said, "I want to live as an honest man
To get all I deserve and to give all I can
And to love a young woman who I don't understand
Your highness, your ways are very strange."

But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break
And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached
She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait
She would only be a moment inside.

Out in the distance her order was heard
And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
And while the queen went on strangeling in the solitude she preferred
The battle continued on

** Suzanne Vega

LMAOO - awwwww, this sounds so familiar, Aragon ;o) Know exactly what you mean, thanks for sharing..

Echoes of the Broadway Everglades,
With her mythical madonnas
still walking in their shades:

Lenny Bruce, declares a truce
and plays his other hand.
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin',
head buried in the sand.

Sirens on the rooftops wailing,
but there's no ship sailing.
Groucho, with his movies trailing,
stands alone with his punchline failing.

Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food
and the band plays 'In the Mood'
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand,
there's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almonde.

Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade,
he know in a scent, you can bottle all you made.
There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes,
smiling at the majorettes
smoking Winston Cigarettes.

And as the song and dance begins,
the children play at home with needles;
needles and pins.

*** Genesis

My Daughter

OLD GLORY

I went to fetch Old Glory
as she stood out in the rain.
As it was time to hang my head
for prayer on this day.
I thought I'd offered shelter
admidst my eaves out there.
As tornado warnings raged around me
I still wanted her to fly.
My hands reach to gather her so
pretty she did look...
Even tho her sadness felt
You could see it did show...
I felt a drop upon my sandalled foot,
and I begin to cry. It was then
I knew the drops that fell
As heaven felt us mourn.
The birds came to cry with me in a voice
I never heard and I gazed upon
'Old Glory" and I knew she wished to stay.
Well she wasn't in any danger in my heart
I knew it true and the teardrops from heaven
could wash away the bloodied stains...
Cause as I watched and felt her tears that dripped from
the gentle blowing of the breeze
I knew she had a job to do for
America My Country!
Which she chose to say,
"Under God We Stand Forever This Day'.

September 14, 2001
Swan
Copyright ©2001-2003

Somewhere out there those evil ones
Chose to declare war...
Our tears called 911.

bilirkisi - excellent poem!

A Little Old Chess Poem
By Tomas Forsman

Once upon a time there was a King and a Queen --
In fact, there were two of each.
One couple had the most beautiful country ever seen,
The others had a house by a rocky beach.
Both countries had people who loved them dearly,
But did the royalty love them back?
The poor King called them pawns; which so clearly
Showed the compassion he lacked.
Talking about Knights, both Kings had two,
And the poor white Queen had an affair with one.
And the King had a plan on what to do,
To find out who was the father of his son.
He declared war upon his rich dark neighbor,
Asked his pawns prepare for a fight.
So they dropped their labour,
And they left that night.
His son was one of the first to attack --
At least so it seemed but the King showed his power.
He held his son back,
And he hid him in a tower.
The King watched his Queen, how would she react
When she saw her son fall in a fight.
Then suddenly, the pawn was attacked,
And the Queen fell in the arms of a Knight.
In anger the King sent the Knight
Away from the Queen and into the fight.
Deep in his heart he thought he was right.
He couldn't think clearly, try as he might.
The King lost his people, his wife and his son,
And he looked for someone to blame.
But when the other army came he realized what he'd done --
He never even knew a single pawn's name.

awesome poem POCKETACES!!!

ty Princess Kam KM

you are very welcome POCKETACES :)

Sie war ein Kind der Sterne, sie war voller Charme,
lachte auf meinen Knien, weinte in meinem Arm.
Sie rief laut meinen Namen, zog mir an den Haaren,
ihre Blicke waren albern, ihre Blicke waren warm.

Sie war ein Kind der Sterne, geradeaus und frei,
und die Welt auf ihren Schultern war kinderleicht.
Jetzt kennt sie keine Richtung und hat schon genug
und spielt mit ihrem Fahrschein für den letzten Zug.

Nicht schwarz nicht weiß,
ist nicht kalt oder heiß,
sie weiß nicht mehr, wo's lang geht,
dreht sich hilflos im Kreis.
Nicht ja, nicht nein,
ist nicht Wasser, nicht Stein,
sie hat sich irgendwann verloren
und findet nicht mehr heim.

Sie war ein Kind der Sterne und wuchs prächtig auf,
was gut oder schlecht war, fühlte sie genau.
Jetzt schweigt sie allwissend, hat für sich abgeklärt,
die einen kläffen mit der Meute, die anderen gar nicht mehr.

Nicht schwarz nicht weiß,
ist nicht kalt oder heiß,
sie weiß nicht mehr, wo's lang geht,
dreht sich hilflos im Kreis.
Nicht ja, nicht nein,
ist nicht Wasser, nicht Stein,
sie hat sich irgendwann verloren
und findet nicht mehr heim.

Sie liegt auf meinen Knien und ist weit, weit weg,
so als sucht sie in der Ferne irgendein Versteck.
Sie war ein Kind der Sterne ohne ein Problem.
Was ist passiert ? Ich werd' es nie verstehen.

Nicht schwarz nicht weiß,
ist nicht kalt oder heiß,
sie weiß nicht mehr, wo's lang geht,
dreht sich hilflos im Kreis.
Nicht ja, nicht nein,
ist nicht Wasser, nicht Stein,
sie war ein Kind der Sterne,
- war ein Kind der Sterne -
war ein Kind der Sterne
und findet nicht mehr heim.

*** Anne Haigis
.

When a sunny hello
Would help brighten your day...


When you've just heard
good news and
have volumes to say...

When two tickets
turn up to a great matinee...
...all you need is a friend!

When the path that you're on
turns surprisingly rough...

When wherever you're going,
the going gets tough...

When you're giving your all
but it's just not enough...
...all you need is a friend!

A friend speaks the truth
When it needs to be told...

Tells you you're rediant
When you feel old...

Gives you a nudge
When you must be cajoled...
Likes you as you are...
Joins in your mischief
With vigor and zest...

Makes you aware that
You're looking your best...
Leaves you alone
if you just need a rest...
but never strays too far.

When a role model's needed
to keep you on track...
When you've tried to be open
but don't have the knack...
When you've earned a good word
and a pat on the back...
...all you need is a friend.

When it's shared, every day
can be even more fun...
And a duo is often
much better than one...
So remember each dawn
as you rise with the sun...
all you need is a friend!

thank you for that.. and so true :)

Thank you very much. I beleive every word of it.

Wanda

She was a child of the stars, she was full of charm
Sometimes laughing on my knees, sometimes crying in my arm.
She called loud out, my name - pulled me on my hair
Her gaze sometimes silly with her eyes so fair.

She was a child of the stars, she was straight and frank
and the world she had to shoulder seemed of burden blank
Now for her there's no direction, she's fed up by crank
About the train of no return remained the song she sang

nor black neither white
isn't fire isn't ice
she has no way no view
in her memory-slice
Nor yes neither no
isn't water isn't stone
she somewhere got lost
won't find her way back home.

She was a child of the stars, was raised in perfect guide
What's being wrong, what's being good, her sense had realized
Now she's just mute and omniscient, and left it far behind
that some are barking with the masses, some dare no bark of any kind

nor black neither white
isn't fire isn't ice
she has no way no view
in her memory-slice
Nor yes neither no
isn't water isn't stone
she somewhere got lost
won't find her way back home.

Now she's lieing on my knees like on a far, far ray
as if she'd try to spot the distance to a hide-away
She was a child of the stars, no problem could appear
I'll never understand, what really happened here ...

nor black neither white
isn't fire isn't ice
she has no way no view
in her memory-slice
Nor yes neither no
isn't water isn't stone
she somewhere got lost
won't find her way back home.

*** Anne Haigis - transposed to english 08.11.2003 by Daniel ~*~

aaaah, very beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

Come sit beside my fire, old friend,

And revel in its glow---

We'll watch the shadows on the screen,

And dream of long ago...

We'll talk of things of bygone days,

That seldom come to mind,--

Old times, old scenes,almost forgot,

And leave the world behind!


And while we sit beside my fire

And sniff the pungent oak---

We'll stoke our pipes with fragrant leaf,

And watch the curling smoke.

We'll know a precious, fleeting hour

Which lends a sweet release

From things that tend to sear and scar---

And in their stead---find Peace!


We'll toss aside the faded years---

We'll both be boys, , again---

Forgetting all the serious things

That haunt the realm of men.

We'll romp and play as boys must do,

('Though foolish it may be)

And roam the once-familiar path;

We two---just you and me!


Ah, there's the dusty,winding road;

The old church on the hill---

The village store,the covered bridge, the creek---

The farm-house and the mill---


And nestled low amidst the trees

With sunbeams darting through,

And shadows playing hide and seek---

The school-house that we knew!


But look! It's fading swiftly now---

There's but an ember glow---

Our fire-side hour of dreams is done;

Our fire is burning low---

But then, 'tis something rare and fine,

Of which I never tire...

A trip into the Long Ago,

With a friend---beside my fire!
..................................................

Does anyone know who wrote this poem???

I don't know who wrote it but whoever it was deserves high praise!!! I love it! Thank you for sharing Wanda! :-)

I don't know who wrote it either, Wanda, but it's beautiful.

Here's another by J.R.R. Tolkien.....

I SIT BESIDE THE FIRE AND THINK...

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall never see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.

BESIDE MY FIRE by
Adam N. Reiter

Good job Aragon! Somehow this doesn't surprise me. LOL :o)

yes he is the quiz expert :) he can answer just about anything

Nah, just have a book called 1001 Poems to keep you sane. It is in it ;o)

Thanks Aragon , I found it in some papers of my Mother's along with some other ones . I'll post some of them sometime.

I was going to send it to GrannyOne. :o(

I think you just did :o)

Well, I guess I did. I know she will like it.

Thanks!

TNP

Greg, what a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing....The older i get the more this poem fits me......

Like the poem says.. There are so many things that I have never seen: and I think of people long ago.
The hardships they must have endured.......

Just beautiful! :o)

yes you just did indeed...and im sure she is smiling down on us all in appreciation :)

Its so beautiful.. I thought GrannyOne wrote it! :o)) Its her style anyway... *smiles Thanks for sharing, Wanda!

GothicInventor The environment is changing 15. November 2003, 10:33:17
In case you have not noticed. Everyone has been given a clear slate at ths point in time. Dano was warned about his posts, which were unwarranted, and now he is gone.

He keeps making mention of manipulated posts. I am not sure what he means by that. I occasionally make typo corrections or punctuation changes at the tournament board, if this is manipulation, so be it.

Yes, I posted that I would help everyone playing Dano in Gothic Chess to win. I was letting off steam, but I really meant it when I said it. Logistically, does anyone really believe this was possible? In fact, nobody took me up on my offer, as those who were members of the fellowship recall. They all wanted to try and give him a drubbing by their own hands, win, lose, or draw.

I posted it mostly because I knew it would agitate dano when it leaked, so the spies helped me immensely, and I thank you for it.

It was an impossible task to do (play every move for every opponent against dano) but knowing the way his paranoia is manifest, I knew it would send him over the deep end.

So what had I actually done?

I made a post, then took no action on it. How many times a day do we each do similar things? You see a beautiful woman walking down the street, do you think "I wonder if she likes doing Crossword Puzzles?" If you see an armored car making a cash pickup at a store, do you think "I wonder what kind of gas mileage it gets?"

No, we have fleeting thoughts about getting her in the sack, and tossing bags of money into the back seat and peeling off down the road. (Or maybe peeling off down the road with the girl in the back seat, and sleeping with the bags of money, whatever you prefer!)

The point being my previous fellowship was created for those to let off steam about dano, much as this one is most likely geared at letting steam off about me.

But does anyone really think I crashed the server just so dano, who won his section in the $3000 Gothic tournament, would not be able to continue on? Did he really think I was making all of those moves against him and he kept beating me game after game?

Folks, you have to face the fact that he was at least a little off his rocker. If nothing else, this must be conceeded.

The server crashed. That's all that happened.

A new policy is in place. It is one we can all live with. When I make a post about how the 4 kings in the deck of cards are not really modeled after those in antiquity that have permeated the culture, then someone calls me a prick for doing so, a line has been crossed. It was uncalled for.

Even now, I could of had this person banned, but I elected not to do so.

No more warnings will ever be issued, as the policy is any direct insult, in a private or public forum, will result in an immediate banning.

If it cannot be discussed without name calling, do us all a favor, and save yourself some keystrokes.

If you have read the hidden message I placed in this post, you know which 4 people will be banned next because they will most likely make snide remarks about this post. This is what I am hoping for. This is the bait.

LOL Slam, thats not very poetic!!

the fire burns with wicked cold
My ashen heart is filled with mold
as greying clouds turn white
and crumble away from sit
yet the dark fire burns with frost
tired beating, emotion lost
save for hatred and poison vengence
a reason, a sweet convelescense
nurtured and fed, cold and strong
hatred not love is very wrong
cast aside such bitter thoughts
find life not within anger's draughts!
Surrender angst to serenity
Tranquility to virility
Calm to balm the crashing hate
Love to make anger abate
Faith to bring hope's return
Light for life and darkness to spurn