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13. September 2003, 14:29:52
167 Pips 
Subject: Re: chess poem
ty Princess Kam KM

13. September 2003, 11:14:37
Princess Kammy 
Subject: Re: chess poem
awesome poem POCKETACES!!!

12. September 2003, 15:16:16
167 Pips 
Subject: chess 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.

12. September 2003, 07:36:51
rgbdbg 
Subject: Re: ON LIVING
bilirkisi - excellent poem!

12. September 2003, 03:21:31
CurrentRiver 
Subject: OLD GLORY
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.

12. September 2003, 02:38:01
danoschek 
Subject: Broadway Melody Of 1974
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

11. September 2003, 16:59:28
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: Re: Computers BLEH!
LMAOO - awwwww, this sounds so familiar, Aragon ;o) Know exactly what you mean, thanks for sharing..

11. September 2003, 00:14:55
danoschek 
Subject: The Queen and The Soldier
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

10. September 2003, 21:17:20
danoschek 
Subject: Re: Cathy's Foggy Road Raggae
Hi Sigrid :)
you might know it still from our club -
about msg 800-900 - before I visited her 2001 ~*~

10. September 2003, 20:55:02
hokuriku 
Subject: Re: Cathy's Foggy Road Raggae
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...

10. September 2003, 14:51:01
Badinage 
LMAO - not yet Harley :o)

10. September 2003, 14:47:05
harley 
Hmm, did you ever get to 'use' that IT diploma, Aragon?!!

10. September 2003, 12:20:49
Badinage 
LOL - no! I have trouble with the IT skills as it is ROFL

10. September 2003, 12:18:06
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: Re: Dulce et Decorum Est
Thanks, Aragon.. gonna check that one out.. Next to IT Manager.. would you be a journalist/novellist?? :-)

10. September 2003, 12:13:50
Badinage 
Subject: Re: Dulce et Decorum Est
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.

10. September 2003, 11:47:55
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: Re: Dulce et Decorum Est
Moving... *shivers down my spine..

10. September 2003, 02:43:15
danoschek 
Subject: Re: Qwhen Rome is removyde into Inglande,
to get to the archive click here ... ~*~ :)

10. September 2003, 02:42:48
Usurper 
Subject: Dulce et Decorum Est
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

9. September 2003, 16:06:19
hokuriku 
Subject: Re: Qwhen Rome is removyde into Inglande,
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.

9. September 2003, 16:00:54
hokuriku 
Subject: Re: Suzanne
Hi, that´s one of my favourite songs by Cohen - and I still love it...
Well done...

9. September 2003, 15:58:51
hokuriku 
Subject: Re: ON LIVING
Hello! I´m very pleased and really delighted that you posted this poem. Generally Hikmet is not so well known here...
Thanks a lot...

9. September 2003, 15:40:19
Back Soon 
Subject: Re: ON LIVING
I really enjoyed that, thank you :o)

9. September 2003, 12:02:16
Princess Kammy 
Subject: Re: Blake Blake Blake
wow honey...that is very visually descriptive :)

9. September 2003, 11:18:31
bilirkisi 
Subject: ON LIVING
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

9. September 2003, 03:49:11
Usurper 
Subject: Blake Blake Blake
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.

7. September 2003, 07:27:58
emattie1943 
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....!!

7. September 2003, 04:53:55
danoschek 
Subject: Weekend Warning ... :D
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 ... ~*~

6. September 2003, 19:44:19
Princess Kammy 
Subject: Re: Suzanne
lol you been a little preoccupied with other issues not really had time to do much posting honey :)

maybe you will grace us with more beautiful poetry soon

6. September 2003, 19:31:41
Usurper 
Subject: Re: Suzanne
I can't believe you put this up!!!! I was listening to this just yesterday, one of my ALL TIME favorite songs. Was considering making the post myself. Unbelievable. TY :o)

6. September 2003, 19:27:31
danoschek 
Subject: Suzanne
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

*Leonard Cohen

6. September 2003, 18:33:07
167 Pips 
Subject: Re:Friendly Angel
ty carolinaQT
:-)

6. September 2003, 17:53:54
carolinaQT 
Subject: Re: Friendly Angel
sorry you were hurt..no fun being the butt of someones sad jokes:)

6. September 2003, 16:28:44
167 Pips 
Subject: Friendly Angel
Just a poem I wrote about two people I thought were my friends...
I went to this chat room and was friends with two very special people and they back stabbed me..
This is the poem I wrote about the experience.......

FRIENDLY ANGEL
by MIKE
Hi my Friendly Angel...
The one I found so dear...
But now I find I have a tear...
True friendship is rare...
Now my heart is a bit bare...
Due to circumstance we are no more...
You showed me welcome then the door...
Yet all is not lost I don't mind the toss... Besides your the BOSS... When power controls your mind...
I got it in my behind...
They say life's success is not the money... It's the friends and people that love you honey... For you are still young and have allot to learn... For my friendship you have to earn...
For at times I was there more then you two... Because of a word from one we are through... I thank you for the time...
But you two can no longer be friends of mine...

6. September 2003, 04:04:02
sLaMdAnCe13 
Subject: yEs!
wAit tiLL Ya gEt a LoAd oF My pOeTry!!
lol....i WiLL KeEp iT cLeArn!
Hi Usurper!

6. September 2003, 03:43:31
Princess Kammy 
Subject: Re: Birthday
Very Happy Birthday granny!!! sorry for lateness.had ill child ):

6. September 2003, 02:56:27
CurrentRiver 
Subject: Re: Birthday
A Happy Birthday to You ~~

A Happy Birthday to You ~~

Everyday day of the year ~~

May You find Jesus near ~~

A Happy Birthday to You ~~

A Happy Birthday to You ~~

And the BEST one you've ever had.

" HAPPY BIRTHDAY " Edrena.

6. September 2003, 01:26:39
bumble 
Happy Birthday, grannywombatplops! I told you you have lots of friends here!
As your birthday treat I won't moan when you nag me!

5. September 2003, 17:00:19
lilac fairy 
Subject: Re:
Have a very happy birthday Granny. :o)

5. September 2003, 14:44:43
Usurper 
Subject: Re: WoW Usurper
Thank you so much, lilac fairy and Radiant. :o)

OK Radiant, you've talked me into it!!! ;o)

5. September 2003, 14:23:34
Usurper 
Subject: Re: Birthday
Happy Birthday granny! You make these boards shine. :o)

5. September 2003, 13:27:45
harley 
Happy birthday granny!!!!

5. September 2003, 13:22:08
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: Re: Birthday
(((Granny)))

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you, dear Edrena
Happy Birthday to you!!!!

And have a wonderful, blessed day and many many sunny days ahead!! :-)))))))

hugs&love,
~*Radiant 36:9*~

5. September 2003, 13:20:40
danoschek 
Subject: Re: Birthday
YAY ! :D

such poetry of math must be at the right board here ... :)

happy birthday, Granny !!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Amore e 'l cor gentil"

Dante Alighieri
(1265-1321)
Tuscan Dialect


Amore e 'l cor gentil sono una cosa,
sě come il saggio in suo dittare pone,
e cosě esser l'un sanza l'altro osa
com'alma razional sanza ragione.

Falli natura quand'č amorosa,
Amor per sire e 'l cor per sua magione,
dentro la qual dormendo si riposa
tal volta poca e tal lunga stagione.

Bieltate appare in saggia donna pui,
che piace a li occhi sě, che dentro al core
nasce un disio de la cosa piacente;

e tanto dura talora in costui,
che fa svegliar lo spirito d'Amore.
E simil face in donna omo valente.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ '._ --'--;{@ _.-' ~~~~~~~~~~ ~*~

________________________________________________

Translation:

"Love and the gentle heart"

Love and the gentle heart are one thing,
as the wise one sets forth in his poem,
and one can be without the other only
as much as the rational soul without reason.

Nature creates them both when it is turned toward love,
love as the lord, the heart as his mansion
wherein he abides and sleeps
sometimes a short while, sometimes long.

Then beauty comes forth in a lady who is wise,
so pleasing to the eyes that in the heart
a desire in born for that beautiful thing;

and lasts so long, sometimes, in the heart,
it makes the spirit of Love awaken.
In woman's heart a man of worth brings forth the same awakening.
_

5. September 2003, 13:08:45
red dragon 
Subject: Birthday
I'm sorry if this is the wrong board but I would like to wish granny (emattie1943) an extra special HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Even with my bad maths I can work out that it's a milestone birthday today!

5. September 2003, 11:34:40
lilac fairy 
Subject: Re: Winter is Coming
those are lovely Usurper. :o)

5. September 2003, 10:52:04
Radiant2008 :-) 
Subject: WoW Usurper
you are on the go!! Absolutely beautiful: both poems... Entry-Quality-Guaranteed!!! ;o)))

5. September 2003, 07:28:51
Usurper 
Subject: Winter is Coming
A woman’s touch
Pillow at my head
Mother is dying
Father is dead

Eyes like crystals
Skin like glass
Coldness becomes you
My hollow lass

Winter is coming
We are alone
I am your flesh
You are my bone

Unnatural fragrance
Masking the truth
I can’t remember
Being a youth

Elegant tombstone
Death in the air
Frozen earth waiting
You were once fair

Winter is coming
You’ve turned away
Where you have gone to
I cannot say

5. September 2003, 03:51:20
Princess Kammy 
Subject: Re:
"starting" you say?? Oh no dear Aragon....it was love at first "type" hehehe

5. September 2003, 01:18:08
Princess Kammy 
GEEEE YA THINK??? LOL

5. September 2003, 00:54:34
Princess Kammy 
Subject: Re: To Kammy
OMG!!!!! thank you my darling :) my heart has melted and i have a tear in my eye...you are soooo wonderful :)

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