1

Hear the sledges with the bells--
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.


           2

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Throught the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens,
while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!


           3

Hear the loud alarum bells--
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now--now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale of their terror tells
Of despair!
How they clang and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells--
Of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!


           4

Hear the tolling of the bells--
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their melody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people--ah, the people--
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone--
They are neither man nor woman--
They are neither brute nor human--
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells--
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells--
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the tolling of the bells--
Of the bells, bells, bells--
Bells, bells, bells--
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

 
              ~ Poe

Ded Puppies: Poe is so dark. But I love his stuff. ;)

 
 

Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell:
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly from their azure towers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sunlight lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless--
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Ove the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye--
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave:--from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep:--from off the delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems.


            ~ Poe

Foxy Lady: Thanks.. yes.. when I get inspired I write..

ScarletRose: Those are nice i knew you wrote more.

All in a dream...

A dream captured me...
floating me up so high....
on a poofy cloud so soft....
way up in the sky...

I see a unicorn....
with its gentleness float on..
and rainbows so bursting with color..
that I could wish upon...

Though dreams may be magical....
and unreal...
it doesn't take away......
the love for you I feel...

My journey through this life...
is often hard at times..
but floating on this cloud to you...
softens it just fine..

I wish into the nightsky...
upon the brightest star...
stare into the moon...
and dream that you're not far...

Cathy:) 11-30-00

the postman brought me a letter....
it arrived today....
breathing it in....
reading what you say....

I see the words in front of me...
I hold it close to my heart..
I read the written words not once..
but, several times to start..

and even though it is not what you write..
that makes you so real.
it is the loving care...
that this letter has made me feel..

this empty piece of paper once...
had been in your hand first..
composing written words from you...
after receiving it.. has quenched my thirst..

Never before have I received a gift...
that touched me so dear...
I have only you to thank...
for bringing yourself so near..

Cathy:) 11-29-00

ArtfulDodger: yes.. wonderfull

ScarletRose: Those were great.

I WONDER

white fluffy cotton balls
fluttering through the sky
slowly falling in flakes,
to leave a white blanket covering the ground.

Kids dancing happily
grabbing mittens and scarves..
building snowmen and forts...
laying in its softness and shifting their arms...

I wonder

soft chirping birds
fluttering through the sky
building nests on the tree limbs
slowly swooping and drifting, spreading their wings to fly

Kids dancing happily
grabbing kites and tails....
watching colors of triangles..
smelling at flowers starting to bloom, picking them innocently.....

I wonder

Bright brilliant flashes
fluttering through the sky
full of energy.. and clapping...
bringing along with it... heavy droplets of water, to feed natures call....

Kids dancing happily
as the storm moves on..
staring at tears from above trickling on the window...
feeling the warmth of the sun... and the coolness of the swimming pool....

I wonder

Oranges, yellows, reds and greens
fluttering through the sky...
giving freedom to the branches...
and turning crisp and cool, days get much shorter..

Kids dancing happily
making friends at school...
learning history, arithmatic, and science
seeing pumpkins, and holiday wreaths.. bringing joy to their hearts....

I wonder.....
do you see the same way I do..?

written on 020501 posted to bluemountain arts.. on same date... :)

How I dreaded this day would come
though at this time you don't realize
the hug and kiss you offered so...
was the start of just letting go...

Then deep pain within, will shortly start
tearing at your precious heart..
I will offer my caring arms..
to comfort you.. and protect from harm..

Your father is a good man, he tries..
yet confusing will make your innerside cry..
How he could move so far away
and promise to you visits for a future day.

I shall not promise the lies he's made.
I don't walk in his path.
I have facts that he has done this before
I know it won't be his last.

You are young and innocent and try to believe
Yet only inside you will grieve.
The anger has yet to come I know.
and I your mother will help let it out.

I don't know how a parent could do this.
he knew he could never be there
why does he do this... does he care?

Copyright ©2005 Cathryn Ann

Foxy Lady: I was inspired. ;) clay was doing his be good to a mod day thing...so I wrote a poem ;)

woooo hoooo

ArtfulDodger: Thats really good.

Foxy Lady:

Thank you mods, your job's not easy
Especially when some of us act so sleezy
You keep your cool and take it in stride
Click a little button and put us on hide.



You read our PM's with excuses and pleas
Settling disputes which you handle with ease
You're ready and willing to hose down the flaming
And tell the offenders to get back to their gaming.



So we appreciate all the work that you do,
If BK was an art project, you'd be the glue.
And so taking this moment, we want to say THANKS!
From members the world over, and even us Yanks.

ArtfulDodger: Oh Ok

Foxy Lady: Thanks. And it also has the other meanings in the poem. :) I can't remember what we were discussing on the chat board but it was about the word chit. ;)

I'll see if I can find the mod poem I wrote. heheh

ArtfulDodger: Chit is the first word in Chit Chat........that poem was cute.

ArtfulDodger Chit 16. August 2005, 15:02:45

I went into the other room, where I like to sit,
And thoughtfully considered - this word named chit.

It’s not not a word, which means that it is,
And I’ll tell you its meaning, cuz I’m the word wiz.

A chit has little to do with a chat,
I’m sure you didn’t need me telling you that.

There’s more than one meaning, in fact there’s a few,
So sit back and relax, and I’ll tell them to you.

A chit could be a child, or a saucy young girl,
Like my neighbor’s young daughter, she makes my son hurl.

A chit is an amount owed for food or a drink,
(I’m telling you true, I looked it up in a link)

And last it means, “brownie point,” in a positive way,
Like earning vital chits, for good work done that day.

These are the true meanings so don’t throw a fit,
If you thought it meant otherwise, you didn’t know chit. ;)

Foxy Lady: :) got thank you

ArtfulDodger: You should have it.

Foxy Lady: cool, I'll add a pic to the poem....that will be nice ;)

ArtfulDodger: Awwwwwww you could print it out for your daughter.I'll send it to you.

Foxy Lady: I just reread it...I think I'll cry. I was thinking about this when I was with Camryn today. I think I'll send it to my daughter. She'll cry for sure.

ArtfulDodger: I have that poem/prayer in a frame and read it alot when i'm up most of the night.

ScarletRose: Very nice. I never was very good at writing poetry but if I get brave I'll post a few I wrote in HS. ;) But when it comes to Dr Suess kind of poetry (hehe) I'm the man. ;)

ScarletRose: You wrote a few more didn't you?

Foxy Lady: I like that. It's nice :)

Back to the beauty of...
the Rose of Red...

Strip off those petals...
lay down their sweet scent...
upon the cool covers...
where I lay my body spent...

The silkiness surrounds me...
it tickles my skin...
a red cast has etched itself
the sheets of within...

The moon softly floats...
as it pauses in the sky...
through my curtain it illuminates..
a shadow of the rose and I...


Cathryn A Higgs

Copyright ©2005 Cathryn A Higgs

A Mothers Prayer
Lord help me remember when I feel it's a chore
The time will come when I'll hold her no more
Asleep on my chest, the blanket refused
The crib, the pacifier, gone unused
For infants grow up and leave us behind
With only memories left to remind us
Of midnight walking and pre-dawn rocking
Of soft, helpless babies unable to sleep
So, Lord make me patient and keep me awake
As I cradle this baby, and don't let me take
For granted the moments I spend in the night
With this baby - Your gift
My joy - My delight.

Anonymous

Foxy Lady: thanks lady :)

AD and Kipling for making Mod.

In honor of Constitution Day...




What are we fighting for,
We fellows who go to war?
fighting for Freedom's sake!
(You give me the belly-ache.)
Freedom to starve or slave!
Freedom! aye, in the grave.
Fighting for "hearth and home"
Who haven't an inch of loam?
Hearth? Why even a byre
Can only be ours for hire.
Dying for future peace?
Killing that killing cease?
To hell with such tripe, I say.
"Sufficient unto the day."

It isn't much fun being dead
Better to lie in bed
Cuddle up to the wife
Making, not taking life
To the corpse that stinks in the clay
Does it matter who wins the day?
What odds if tyrants reign?
They can't put irons on the brain
One always can eat one's grub
Smoke and drink in a pub
There's happiness in a glass
A pipe and the kiss of a lass
It's the best we get anyhow
In the life we are living now

Who's wanting a hero's fate?
To the dead cheers come too late
Flesh is softer than steel;
Wounds are weary to heal
In the maniac hell of the fray
Who is there dares to say?
"Hate will be vanquished by Love;
God's in His Heaven above."

When those who govern us lead
The lads they command to bleed;
When rulers march at the head
And statesmen fall with the dead;
When Kings leap into the fray
Fight in the old-time way
Perish beside their men
Maybe, O maybe then
War will be part of the past
Peace will triumph at last

Meantime such lads as I
Who wouldn't have harmed a fly
Have got to get out and kill
Lads whom we bear no ill;
As simple as we, no doubt
Who seek what it's all about;
Who die in defence of - what?
Homes that they haven't got;
Who perish when all they ask
is to finish the daily task;
Make bread for the little ones
Not feed the greed of the guns
When fields of battle are red
And diplomats die in bed


          -- Robert Service

Rainey: There's more where that come from ;)

       - Prologue-

Walking through the city after recent rain
heard ancient stones all shining murmur where are they?
How long before next hero's day
and the splendid show of drum and gun.

Walking by the river one September eve
saw questions rise in circles on that old dark stream.
Where now are those who dared to dream they would leave one jewel in England's hand.

Gone to sleep they lie in flowered graves
for the visitors and Guidebook saved.
But come the trumpet shattered dawn
will the spirit they shared be reborn.

Comrades in arms, may they rise, fight and shine again,
till "who goes there", will be answered with friend again.

Once there stood a man, alone, sword in his hand.
In the face of the teeth and flame -
and it was all in England's name.

I was told how she grew, she alone shone her light on everyone.
And if you made the first eleven then you'd be sure to get to heaven,
like the captain of the school.

I was taught how to win
and to lose with that "get you next time" smile,
Learned Latin verbs in fear of a beating
and for years thought central heating,
was for just old people's homes.
I was raised on the past, the Tower and Saint Paul's and Westminster
escorted well-bred girls to dances, and learned to drive a horse in harness,
through the English countryside.

I was taught to behave, like an officer and a gentleman,
and when I finally marched from Sandhurst
I learned to put my fellow man first
and there was daily talk of war.
I spent 1938 in the United States of America,
I grew to love its many faces, and they had built some amazing places,
and I thought they´d come in on our side.


       - Love at first sight -

Girls, oh there were girls
but they were just part of the social whirl
and I never took much notice
until the night that I met you.

Standing out there alone
out on the terrace under the moon
from the moment that I kissed you
my life turned into a dream.

I knew I loved you at first sight
and that you loved .. me.
Was it really happening, or was it a dream ?

I asked if you'd be mine
feeding the white doves by the Serpentine and when you said forever
I know that I almost cried.

You all in white
the tears and the laughing
nearly losing the damn ring
Yes, I do ... Yes, I will... keep you from harm.

Those few short days
we spent together
remembered forever
all the plans - for the house and for the children.

I know I loved you at first sight
and that you loved..me.
Did it really happen then, or was it a dream ?

I knew when I saw your face
opening orders, the time and the place
oh, don't worry it won't last long
and I won't be far away
I'll try to write every day.....


       - Letters from the front -

Got your letters at the front today
if you like the house we´ll buy it straight away.
Yes, it´s great now you´re a full-time nurse
but do be careful with the air-raids - getting worse.

Must end now .. the push is on...we´re moving out...
all my love...see you soon.

I'm writing to you on a convoy moving west
it's hell out here but we´re all trying to do our best.
I learned today that I get two weeks leave in June
this time I promise you a real honeymoon.

Must end now...take care my love...you're all the world
to me my love...see you soon.

The telegram...dropped from my hand
she was all I had...I just don't understand
I see her now...in that white dress she wore
Those eyes and that smile
no one else...nevermore.

Decorations and respect inside the club aren't compensation when you lose the one you love.
But in the end, all that is left
Is the regiment and what it means
to be...an officer and a gentleman...


            -- Peter Sinfield

It's a world of laughter
A world of tears
It's a world of hopes
And a world of fears
There's so much that we share
That it's time we're aware
It's a small world after all

There is just one moon
And one golden sun
And a smile means
Friendship to ev'ryone
Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It's a small world after all

It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small, small world

           ~ Sherman & Sherman

The piers are pummelled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
Lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves

Fantastic grow the evening gowns;
Agents of the Fisc pursue
Absconding tax-defaulters through
The sewers of provincial towns

Private rites of magic send
The temple prostitutes to sleep;
All the literati keep
An imaginary friend

Cerebrotonic Cato may
Extol the Ancient Disciplines
But the muscle-bound Marines
Mutiny for food and pay

Caesar's double-bed is warm
As an unimportatnt clerk
Writes "I DO NOT LIKE MY WORK"
On a pink official form

Unendowed with wealth or pity
Little birds with scarlet legs
Sitting on their speckled eggs
Eye each flu-infected city

Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss
Silently and very fast

-W.H. Auden

Humbug was severed in her head
I tried to think of what she said
But cleaving permafrost dispute
Kept anchored her by bad repute.

(c) lostlyrics ... ~*~

You are the town and we are the clock
We are the guardians of the gate in the rock
The Two
On your left and on your right
In the day and in the night,
We are watching you

Wiser not to ask just what has occurred
To them who disobeyed our word;
To those
We were the whirlpool, we were the reef, We were the formal nightmare, grief
And the unlucky rose

Climb up the crane, learn the sailor's words
When the ships from the islands laden with birds
Come in
Tell your stories of fishing and other men's wives:
The expansive moments of constricted lives
In the lighted inn

But do not imagine we do not know
Nor that what you hide with such care won't show
At a glance
Nothing is done, nothing is said,
But don't make the mistake of believing us dead:
I shouldn't dance

We're afraid in that case you'll have a fall
We've been watching you over the garden wall
For hours
The sky is darkening like a stain,
Something is going to fall like rain
And it won't be flowers

When the green field comes off like a lid
Revealing what was much better hid:
Unpleasant
And look, behind you without a sound
The woods have come up and are standing 'round
In deadly crescent

The bolt is sliding in its groove,
Outside the window is the black removers' van
And now with sudden swift emergence
Come the woman in dark glasses and humpbacked surgeons
And the scissors man

This might happen any day
So be careful what you say
Or do
Be clean, be tidy, oil the lock,
Trim the garden, wind the clock,
Remember the Two


-W.H. Auden

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When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
and the old swing creacks in the dark,
that's when we go to the park,
me and Loopy and Little Gee,
all three.
Softly down the staircase,through haunty hall,
trying to look, small,
me and Loopy
and Little Gee,
we three.
It's shivery
out in the dark
on our way to the park,
down the dustbin alley,
past the ruined mill,
so still,
just me and Loopy
and Little Gee,
just three.
And Little Gee
doesn't like it.
He's scared
of the things
he might see
in the park
in the dark
with Loopy and me
That's me and Loopy
and Little Gee,
the three.
There might be
moon wiches
or man-eating trees
or wetheres that wobble
or old Scrawny Shins
or hairy hobgoblines,
or black boggarts' knees
in the trees,
or things we can't see,
me and Loopy
and Little Gee,
all three.
But there's not,
says Loopy,
and I agree,
and Little Gee
gats up on my back and
we pass the Howl Tree,
me and Loopy
and Little Gee.
We heroes,
we three.
In the park,In the dark
by the lake and the bridge,
that's when we see were we wont to be,
me and Loopy and Little Gee
WHOOPEE!
and we swing and we slide and we dance
and we jump and we chase
all over the place,
me and Loopy and Little Gee,
the Big Three.
And then the THING comes YAAAAAAAAiIIIOOOOOEEEEEEE!.
RUN RUN RUN shouts Little Gee to Loopy and me
and we flee,
me and Loopy and Little Gee,
scared three.
Back where we've come through the park
in the dark
and the THING is roaring and following,
see?
After me and Loopy and Little Gee,
we three.
Up to the house,
to the stair,
to bed where we ought to be,
me Loopy and Little Gee,
all three.

We three kings of Orient are,
One in a taxi,
One in a car,
One on a scooter,
Blowing his hooter,
Smoking a big cigar.

One fine day, in the middle of the night,
two dead men got up to fight.
Back to back, they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.

My brother thinks he is so cool
He stays in bed and keeps the rule.
He doesn't get up 'til after ten
and at eleven goes to bed again.

The boss in my house is my dad.
when he sees me he is so glad.
He always tries to give me kisses,
but I just duck and he always misses.

thanks

OH, I like that one Bebs!