Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Thursday, August 11, 2011

A Moment Of Happiness ~ Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Myself ~ Edgar Albert Guest


I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know.
I want to be able as days go by,
always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand with the setting sun
and hate myself for the things I have done.
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
a lot of secrets about myself
and fool myself as I come and go
into thinking no one else will ever know
the kind of person I really am,
I don't want to dress up myself in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect
I want to deserve all men's respect;
but here in the struggle for fame and wealth
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know that
I am bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself and so,
whatever happens I want to be
self respecting and conscience free.

Edgar Albert Guest 

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

The Blind Men and the Elephant:A Hindoo Fable by John Godfrey Saxe

The Blind Men and the Elephant:

A Hindoo Fable
by John Godfrey Saxe

It was six men of Indostan
To learning much inclined,
Who went to see the Elephant
(Though all of them were blind),
That each by observation
Might satisfy his mind.

The First approached the Elephant,
And happening to fall
Against his broad and sturdy side,
At once began to bawl:
“God bless me! but the Elephant
Is very like a wall!”

The Second, feeling of the tusk,
Cried, “Ho! what have we here
So very round and smooth and sharp?
To me ‘tis mighty clear
This wonder of an Elephant
Is very like a spear!”

The Third approached the animal,
And happening to take
The squirming trunk within his hands,
Thus boldly up and spake:
“I see,” quoth he, “the Elephant
Is very like a snake!”

The Fourth reached out an eager hand,
And felt about the knee.
“What most this wondrous beast is like
Is mighty plain,” quoth he;
“‘Tis clear enough the Elephant
Is very like a tree!”

The Fifth who chanced to touch the ear,
Said: “E’en the blindest man
Can tell what this resembles most;
Deny the fact who can,
This marvel of an Elephant
Is very like a fan!”

The Sixth no sooner had begun
About the beast to grope,
Than, seizing on the swinging tail
That fell within his scope,
“I see,” quoth he, “the Elephant
Is very like a rope!”

And so these men of Indostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right,
And all were in the wrong!

The Moral:

So oft in theologic wars,
The disputants, I ween,
Rail on in utter ignorance
Of what each other mean,
And prate about an Elephant
Not one of them has seen!

First Fig ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

                                       Amy Jade Winehouse
                                                                         (14 September 1983 – 23 July 2011)
First Fig

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—

It gives a lovely light.

Edna St. Vincent Millay
February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Good - Better - Best~Ellis Parker Butler

Good - Better - Best

When young, in tones quite positive
I said, "The world shall see
That I can keep myself from sin;
A good man I will be."

But when I loved Miss Kate St. Clair
'Twas thus my musing ran:
"I cannot be compared with her;
I'll be a better man."

'Twas at the wedding of a friend
(He married Kate St. Clair)
That I became superlative,
For I was "best man" there.

Ellis Parker Butler

1869-1937



Monday, July 11, 2011

The Grey Hair ~ Yehudah ha-Levi

The Grey Hair

One day I observed a grey hair in my head;
I plucked it right out, when it thus to me said:
"You may smile, if you wish, at your treatment of me,
But a score of my friends soon will make a mockery of you."

Yehudah ha-Levi

1075-1141


Monday, May 23, 2011

Golden Silence ~ Ellis Parker Butler

Golden Silence



I told her I loved her and begged but a word,
One dear little word, that would be
For me by all odds the most sweet ever heard,
But never a word said she!


I raged at her then, and I said she was cold;
I swore she was nothing to me;
I prayed her the cause of her silence unfold,
But never a word said she!


I covered with kisses her delicate hand,
But she only glanced down where the sea
Low murmured in ripples of love on the sand,
And never a word said she!


I cast her hand from me with rage unsuppressed,
And she turned her blue eyes up to me
And smiled as she laid her fair head on my breast;
"What need of a word?" asked she.


Ellis Parker Butler

1869-1937





Friday, May 20, 2011

God Bless Our Good and Gracious King ~ Lord John Wilmot


God Bless Our Good and Gracious King


God bless our good and gracious kind,
Whose promise none relies on,
Who never said a foolish thing,
Nor ever did a wise one.


Lord John Wilmot
1647-1680

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Rain Has Fallen All the Day ~ James Joyce

Rain Has Fallen All the Day

Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
The leaves lie thick upon the way
Of memories.

Staying a little by the way
Of memories shall we depart.
Come, my beloved, where I may
Speak to your heart.


James Joyce
2 February 1882 – 13 January 1941


Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Now The Day Is Over ~ Sabine Baring-Gould

Now The Day Is Over

Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.


Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep,
Birds, and beasts and flowers
Soon will be asleep.


Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With Thy tenderest blessing
May mine eyelids close.


Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep, blue sea.


Comfort those who suffer,
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.


Through the long night watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.


When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.


Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
And to Thee, blest Spirit,
While all ages run.

Sabine Baring-Gould

1834-1924



Monday, May 16, 2011

Wisdom and War ~ Langston Hughes

Wisdom and War

We do not care-
That much is clear.
Not enough
Of us care
Anywhere.
We are not wise-
For that reason,
Mankind dies.
To think
Is much against
The will.
Better-
And easier-
To kill.

Langston Hughes

Friday, May 13, 2011

Be Kind ~ Charles Bukowski

Be Kind

we are always asked
to understand the other person's
viewpoint
no matter how
out-dated
foolish or
obnoxious.


one is asked
to view
their total error
their life-waste
with
kindliness,
especially if they are
aged.


but age is the total of
our doing.
they have aged
badly
because they have
lived
out of focus,
they have refused to
see.

not their fault?
whose fault?
mine?


I am asked to hide
my viewpoint
from them
for fear of their
fear.


age is no crime

but the shame
of a deliberately
wasted
life


among so many
deliberately
wasted
lives


is.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

O Could We Always Live and Love ~ Thomas Paine

O Could We Always Live and Love
O could we always live and love,
And always be sincere,
I would not wish for heaven above,
My heaven would be here.


Though many countries I have seen,
And more may chance to see,
My Little Corner of the World
Is half the world to me;


The other half, as you may guess,
America contains;
And thus, between them, I possess

The whole world for my pains.
I'm then contented with my lot,
I can no happier be;
For neither world I'm sure has got
So rich a man as me.


Then send no fiery chariot down
To take me off from hence,
But leave me on my heavenly ground -
This prayer is Common-sense.

Let others choose another plan,
I mean no fault to find;
The true theology of man
Is happiness of mind.


Thomas Paine

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

春曉 (A Spring Morning) ~ 孟浩然 (Meng Haoran)


春曉 (A Spring Morning)

春眠不覺曉,
I awake light-hearted this morning of spring,


處處聞啼鳥。
Everywhere round me the singing of birds --


夜來風雨聲,
But now I remember the night, the storm,

花落知多少。
And I wonder how many blossoms were broken.


孟浩然(Meng Haoran)









Friday, April 15, 2011

The Arrogant Frog and the Superior Bull ~ Guy Wetmore Carryl


The Arrogant Frog and the Superior Bull ~ Guy Wetmore Carryl
Once, on a time and in a place
Conducive to malaria,
There lived a member of the race
Of Rana Temporaria;
Or, more concisely still, a frog
Inhabited a certain bog.

A bull of Brobdingnagian size,
Too proud for condescension,
One morning chanced to cast his eyes
Upon the frog I mention;
And, being to the manner born,
Surveyed him with a lofty scorn.

Perceiving this, the bactrian’s frame
With anger was inflated,
Till, growing larger, he became
Egregiously elated;
For inspiration’s sudden spell
Had pointed out a way to swell.

“Ha! ha!” he proudly cried, “a fig
For this, your mammoth torso!
Just watch me while I grow as big
As you—or even more so!”
To which magniloquential gush
His bullship simply answered “Tush!”

Alas! the frog’s success was slight,
Which really was a wonder,
In view of how with main and might
He strove to grow rotunder!
And, standing patiently the while,
The bull displayed a quiet smile.

But ah, the frog tried once too oft
And, doing so, he busted;
Whereat the bull discreetly coughed
And moved away, disgusted,
As well he might, considering
The wretched taste that marked the thing.

THE MORAL: Everybody knows
How ill a wind it is that blows.
Guy Wetmore Carryl


Here is a poem for filthy arrogant 鄭弘儀 http://www.bakogi.com/2010/11/toad-bakogi.html

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Family Love ~ Amado Ruiz de Nervo

Family Love
I adore my dear mother,
I adore my dear father too;
No one loves me as much
As they know how to love me.


When I sleep, they keep watch over me;
When I cry they are sad with me;
When I laugh they smile with me:
My laugh is the sunshine for them.


They tenderly teach me
to be happy and nice.
My father does his best for me;
My mother prays always for me.


I adore my dear mother,
I adore my dear father too.
No one loves me as much
As they know how to love me.


Amado Ruiz de Nervo

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Passing Breeze ~ Rabindranath Tagore


Passing Breeze
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,
O beloved of my heart—-this golden light that dances upon the leaves,
these idle clouds sailing across the sky,
this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.


The morning light has flooded my eyes—-this is thy message to my heart.
Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes,
and my heart has touched thy feet.


Rabindranath Tagore

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Life ~ Paul Laurence Dunbar


Earthquake survivors from Yunnan province, China

Life

A CRUST of bread and a corner to sleep in,

A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,

A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,

And never a laugh but the moans come double;

And that is life!


A crust and a corner that love makes precious,

With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us;

And joy seems sweeter when cares come after,

And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter;

And that is life!

Paul Laurence Dunbar June 27, 1872 – February 9, 1906

Friday, March 25, 2011

Daffodils ~ William Wordsworth


Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


William Wordsworth
1770-1850

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Brink Of Eternity ~ Rabindranath Tagore


Brink Of Eternity
In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.

My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.

But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.

I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.

I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
—-no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.

Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.


Rabindranath Tagore