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This is a very special place to me because it contains
much of my favorite poetry
I dedicate it to those whom love these poets and also to those grand poets themselves.
They have inspired me and kept me company for a long time..
Jennifer H. Wright
Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe
By: Jennifer H. Wright
I have to confess
This sad souls restlessness
that I in mercy and also defeat
Feel lonely without you near to make me complete...
I have felt the ghost of Poe
I have seen him with my eyes
I talk to him in times of melencoly
and know him to be a loving poet and for that
Dear Poe I adore thee!
A Dream Within A Dream
By: Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
that my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I wep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God can I not save
One from the pitoless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
When Adam Day By Day
By: A.E. Housman (1859-1936)
When Adam day by day
Woke up in Paradise,
He always used to say
"Oh, this is very nice."
But Eve from scenes of bliss
Transported him for life.
The more I think of this
The more I beat my wife.
Bond Of Love
By: Jennifer H. Wright
Sat Sep 12 1992
Making love to the music in our hearts
Connected not just by flesh
But our souls shall never part
into body thrusting pound
Together forever we are bound .
The Darkest Bride
By: Jennifer H. Wright
Just look at me
The darkest bride
I have sinned
and I have lied
Then you found me
and changed the tide
tranquility in eyes of blue
I want to be
I want to be
just like you
just like the sea.
Never contained
Always free
With you - I am honesty.
If I could be a boat ,
I'd sail you home
On your water -
lovingly guiding me
On the tide
That makes you,
you
and shows me,
me........
The Ballad of Bunker Hill
The soldiers from town to the foot of the hill,
In barges and rowboats, some great and some small,
They pottered and dawdled and twaddled until
We freared there would be no attack after all.
Let the foeman draw nigh till the white of his eye
Comes in range of your rifles, and then let it fly,
And show Columbia, to Britain and fame,
How justice smiles aweful when freemen take aim!
The redcoats were ready and all came along,
The way they marched up the hillside wasn't slow;
We were not a-feared and we welcomed 'em strong,
Held fire till the word and then laid the lads low.
but who shall declare the end of the affair?
At sundown there wasn't a man of us there;
We didn't depart till we'd given 'em some,
We used up our powder and had to go home!
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The words of this song have been set by Mr. Allison to a traditional tune.
Atributed to Edward Everett Hale by Burton L. Stevenson, Poems of
American History (Boston, 1908) p.162
The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean
By: Emily Dickinson
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A traveling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
Earth
By: John Hall Wheelock
( b. 1886 )
" A planet doesn't explode of itself, " said
drily
The Martian astronomer, gazing off into
the air --
" That they were able to do so it is proof highly
Intelligent beings must have been living there. "
Golden Dreams and Fairy Castles
By: Stephen C. Foster
How many golden visions so beautiful and fair,
How many fairy castles we build in empty air,
How many forms of beauty invisible we know,
That live a day,
then fade away,
as dreaming on we go.
We still keep dreaming on,
dreaming on,
still keep dreaming on,
dreaming on,
all the day.
Fragments and Such
By:Jennifer H. Wright
Fragments of skeletal remains.
Memories scattered
yet, remaining the same.
Great waves of the ocean,
currents of life and death.
PAIN....Pain....pain..pa...in
Will They Remember You When You Are Gone
?
By: Jennifer H. Wright
The cards that have been delt
Have left you with the short hand
So you must leave the land
That is known to be your home
That that is thought to be your friends
To where misery can engulf and never end
Your destination remains unknown
I can't help but think there were things I could of said
Does me no good for now you are dead
Though I try to convince myself it was what you wanted
Still I wonder if it could of been prevented
I hope to the high heavens that you are doing well
I curse the underworld where I know you would never dwell
An angel takes it flight
I can feel your very presence -right here- on this night
It is not cold but fills me with fright
I utter why did you have to go
The wind bursts a sudden blow
And a whispered sigh can be heard
Then the window slams shut
And I know you are gone never to be felt again .
Harsh Reality
By: Jennifer H. Wright
Your not the man I fell in love with
Your someone else.
That someone I do not want to know.
I felt my heart sink to the floor;
when I realized I did not want you in my life anymore.
I love you now but, it will never be as it was before.
I am not not walking out on you -
I am closing the door.
Honesty
By: Jennifer H. Wright
When I do my best,
it is never enough.
I never have been content
with what I have or what I have done.
I get so wrapped up in life,
I forget to relax and have fun.
Sometimes I dream,
only to wake.
I like to give,
as long as I can take.
I do not want to look into the face of honesty
For what I would see
is my worst enemy is me.
This Old House
By: Jennifer H. Wright
This old house weathered by the years
This old house watching it's inhabitants laugh
and cry tears.
This old house has steps
and many visitors come and then they go
I sometimes wonder what this old house does know.
The windows of this old house
do they look in or out?
Do they enjoy the seasons and know what love is about?
The floor in this old house
have felt a baby's feet take it's first walk
and what if the walls could talk
imagine the greatness they might say?
Does this old house get lonely when I leave
and wish me to stay?
Or is it only I whom feels this way?
The Hush
By: Jennifer H. Wright
A thick dark cloud covered the sky for an eternity
before it released the first
droplet
of
water.
All watched the sky while nature stirred uneasily.
The great roots of the ancient trees tingled with desire.
The meadow cried out desperately it's thirst like wild fire.
Animals searched out shelter or hurried to their homes -
A wolf howled out at the nothingness alone.
The wind blew restless throughout the wood -
as day slipped unnoticed into night.
A single drop of wetness fell upon the canopy
sending shivers of delight!
Then another followed by many more -
A joyous celebration to be found upon the forest floor.
Small streams began to form flowing smoothly carrying scattered debris.
The river runs rapid and free!
Everywhere she doth fall
blessed she be.
A crash beyond the darkened hills
-+ FLASHES +-
in the darkness
The rain turns to storm....
The breeze turns fierce-some fighting all in his way
throwing rotting limbs from their decay.
Healthy trees not spared from the earth they are torn!
Lightning, THUNDER, more heavy rain,
repeat many times again
Then the showers begin to weaken
to soft spurting mists
till no longer they exist.
All is still in the wood...
The new sun brakes through
A day is born
as the nights rain is put to rest.
Glorious song brakes the silence,
even all the green seems to sing.
The heavy - wet - woody branches stretch to be dried
The leaves dance in the wind causing small showers.
A hush in the deep wood
where all natures secrets are hidden good.
If
By : Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Rudyard Kipling
Imprisoned In Lies
By: Jennifer H. Wright
10-1-91
No happy song will cheer my spirits ,
No food or wine will ease my pain.
In misery I am chained .
Love of life slowly being drained .
Waited for you to save me but you never came .
Now life goes on as my my soul quickly dies,
Imprisoned myself in my own lies .
A Light Exists In Spring
By: Emily Dickinson
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period,
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting out content,
A trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
Look Around
By: Jennifer H. Wright
The intense fragrance of life
and of everything green
is a treasure all around that is seldom seen.
Step outside and feel the storms rain upon your being
Look to the sky and tell me what you are feeling
What are you seeing?
The force is all around -
It is not at all hard to be found
if you live your days with all of your eyes open
including your mind -
Then you will experience the greatness that is there
for all of pure heart to find!
Take your feet of from upon the ground
raise your gaze towards the sky beyond
Picture yourself in a place of piece and harmony
And go with the wind to the sea of tranquility
And find that is old and of antiquity anew.
See it all within the light,
find the beauty in the shadows of night and of all that is well hidden.
Ride the tide of time
Sip and drink your wine
Ponder all that there is and was meant to be
is there a place in any of these worlds for me?
Perhaps I was meant to drift with the sails of adventure
And live for the excitement of every endeavor -
there is no failing in a soul for trying.
Search for truth and overlook all of those whom are lying.
A thought will take one anywhere and supply whatever one will ever need
It all starts with a seed
creation was just this
now look around and tell me what exists?
Time to fill the negative void
And pull out the weeds of doubt
Once again our world of reality will be pure
and beautiful and thrive
Our love for all is the only chance we will survive.
May the gods be with all and may we endure
Belief is the only way to be sure
There is no other way to be certain
What lays behind the drawn curtain -
In this play of emotion and commotion
every thing offsets the balance keeping it in motion
Water never stops moving and always drawn back to the ocean
May we move with the tide to find where we all belong
and join life's harmonious song
sing in union and all move along the stars of the heavens.
Was A Man
By: Philip Booth (b.1925)
Was a man, was a two-
faced man, pretended
he wasn't who he was,
who, in a men's room,
faced his hung-over
face in a mirror hung
over the towel rack.
The mirror was cracked.
Shaving so close in that
looking glass, he nicked
his throat, bled blue
blood, grabbed a new
towel to patch the wrong
scratch, knocked off
the mirror and, facing
himself, almost intact,
In final terror hung
the wrong face back.
My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun
By: William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then are her breasts dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses demasked, red and white,
But no such roses I see in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,--
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Lady Moon
(Old English Tune)
By: Lord Houghton
Lady Moon,
Lady Moon, Where are you roving?
"O'er the sea!"
"All that loves me,
all that loves me"
Lady Moon,
Lady Moon,
Whom are you loving?
I Never Saw a Moor
By: Emily Dickinson
I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
