A few favorite poems, all very old.
I Left My Low And Humble Home
I left my low and humble home
Far from my Father's fields to roam
My peacefull cot no more had charms,
My only joy was War's alarms.
I panted for the field of fight
I gaz'd upon the deathless light,
Which o'er the Hero's grave is shed,
The glorious memory of the dead.
Ambition Show'd a distant star,
That shed its radiance bright and far,
And pointed to a path which led
O'er heaps of dying and of dead;
Onward I press'd with eager feet,
And War's dread thunder still would greet
My reckless ears. Where'er I trod,
I saw the green and verdant sod,
Turn red with blood of slaughter'd foes,
And fury veil'd in smoke arose,
I gain'd the envied height; and there,
I sigh'd for that lone cottage, where
The early hours of life flew by,
On wings of youthfull ecstasy.
Too late I found that Glory's ray,
Could never bring one happy day.
-- Nathaniel Hawthorne
Earthly Pomp
Oh, earthly pomp is but a dream
And like a meteor's short-lived gleam;
And all the sons of glory soon
Will rest beneath the mould'ring stone.
And Genius is a star whose light
Is soon to sink in endless night,
And heavenly beauty's angel form
Will bend like flower in winter's storm.
-- Nathaniel Hawthorne
Alone
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were-- I have not seen
As others saw-- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.
Then-- in my childhood-- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life-- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold--
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by--
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When all of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
-- Edgar Allan Poe
I am a jack of all trades and master of none..
am the eternal student always seeking to improve my skills.
I believe to know your own faults is only half the battle... My favorite saying is "seize the day"
I was married on 10-04-03 To my lovely wife.
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Ap Poets that I admire:
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I am a member of the Massachusetts State Poetry Society
Ps. (Post script) Please forgive me if I say
something that disargees with your keen senses,
for I mean no harm. It is my disatvantage
to not see in the proper light at times.
I am forever striving to learn the proper
techneiques of classic form, always the eternal
student, I seek to learn all that I can.
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He hailed from the east coast, drifting into the village, here beneath the scarlet hills of North Dakota. It was akin to death valley, yet
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Silus Sat by the willowy road, as the sun rose bright and cheery, the world of men had moved on, and the news of King Edward the noble's de
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Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by1
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I Have been asked by Sandy to spot light our members, like I have done in spotlighting poems I like on the front page. To be impartial, I will leave my comments here on this column once a week for the five winklings poets whom I have read this week. I wil
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I am not quite certain how I feel of all this stuff, what stuff, you may be asking. Well it all has to do with groups and I have gotten thinking, because a friend asked me a question ealier today on how I am feeling, as I have been thrust suddenly into an activity of, of. Well thats just it, I never thought aFebruary 23, In A moment, Contemplative, Diary, Friends, Personal, Spur of the moment, Thoughts. 400 words. → 4 comments, Add one?
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poet2angels on March 17It was lovely visiting your page...I love your taste in poetry..
I hope you have a lovely week
Lynda
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XLadyElinorX on February 19hi. . .
I came upon your page and was pleasantly surprised to read "Alone" by E.A. Poe. . .and I noticed that you have Eusebius as one of your favs. . .so do I! Isn't he amazing?. . .
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Sandi Alford : Stopping by.... on February 17to leave a garden of sunshine
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to brighten up the storm clouds
I hope all is well!
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Justplainwaynethen : Hey! on January 24a happy life in the service industry, now there's a novel thought! (as much as it has been slammed lately, and even though Spongebob has covered it in his own way, I'd do it a bit differently)... coffeemonger? hey, I had a contest on ordering a cup of latte... (poetically, of course) I've been thinking about follow-ups until I have an entire book...
nice old poetry, I see nothing much has changed since Hawthorne, just more of it... and a thinking piece from Poe- with his demon at the end! (I had skeleton heads floating between my crib bars as a baby, but I was forced to reason them away...) a fond piece of old poetry for me is Robert Burn's "The Twa Dogs"...
