Drivel• Show poetry

-Welcome to part of my strange and incomplete inner self

-I am rarely on, but still love to hear your comments!! I will always return the favor!

-Please don't be afraid to read the poems that don't show up on the page, I actually think they are some of my best.

-below bask in the warm radiance of good literature..until you get to my poems of course...;P

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Stay for me there! I will not fail
To meet thee in that hollow vale.
-Henry King, a dead Bishop of Chichester

"Ama me fideliter! Fidem meam noto: De corde totaliter Et ex mente tota, Sum presentialiter Absens in remota."
Lat: "Love me faithfully!/See how I am faithful:/With all my heart/And all my soul/I am with you/Though I am far away."
-Anon., Carmina Burana, "Omnia Sol Temperat"

Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wonder.
-William Blake
(my favorite)


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Daffodowndilly
by A.A. Milne

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead."

(Graceful and lovely, flows perfectly)


Dancin' in the Rain
by Shel Silverstein

So what if it drizzles
And dribbles and drips?
I'll splash in the garden,
I'll dance on the roof.
Let it rain on my skin,
It can't get in-
I'm waterproof.

(My favorite kind of weather.)

A Thought
by A.A. Milne

If I were John and John were Me,
Then he'd be six and I'd be three.
If John were Me and I were John,
I shoudn't have these trousers on.

(who couldn't love Winnie the Pooh?)

Song: The Last Rose of Summer
composed by Thomas Moore

'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flow'r of her kindred
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stern,
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.

Thus kindly I'll scatter
They leaves o'er the bed,
Where they mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow
When friendships decay;
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie wither'd,
And fond ones are flow'n
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

(I love this. Charlotte Church sings it.)

HYMN TO THE NIGHT
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I HEARD the trailing garments of
the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!
I saw her sable skirts all fringed
with light
From the celestial walls!

I felt her presence, by its spell of
might,
Stoop o’er me from above;
The calm, majestic presence of the
Night,
As of the one I love.

I heard the sounds of sorrow and
delight,
The manifold, soft chimes,
That fill the haunted chambers of
the Night,
Like some old poet’s rhymes.

From the cool cisterns of the mid-
night air
My spirit drank repose;
The fountain of perpetual peace
flows there, -
From those deep cisterns flows.

O holy Night! from thee I learn to
bear
What man has borne before!
Thou layest thy finger on the lips
of Care,
And they complain no more.

Peace! Peace! Orestes – like I
breathe this prayer!
Descend with broad – winged
flight,
The welcome, the thrice – prayed
for, the most fair,
The best-beloved Night!

(Beautiful.)

*loves*