Poems

[spiral]

Hey guys, I know we had threads where we posted lyrics, but did we have one for poems?

here's one I read today.
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RISK

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool;
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental;
To reach out for another is to risk involvement
To expose feeling is to risk exposing your true self.

To place your ideas and your dreams
before the crowd is to risk their loss
To love is to risk not being loved in return
To live is to risk dying
To hope is to risk despair
To try is to risk failure.

But risk must be taken,
because the greatest hazard in life
is to risk nothing
The person who risks nothing, does nothing,
has nothing and is nothing.

[spiral]

All time favorite



IF

by Rudyard Kippling



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 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 impostors 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 worn out 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 breathe 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 on 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 foe nor loving friend 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 distant run.

Yours is the earth, and everything that's in it.

And which is more ... You'll be a Man, my son.

[sSsflamesSs]

We do have a "Poetry Corner", authored by Anonymouse, and not myself, as he has mentioned twice already, haha, but it was meant for poetry written by the forum members themselves, so I suppose this thread can be dedicated to poetry written by others that triggered some type of emotion in us.

Nice poem, by the way. Very true.

However, to risk...it's easier said than done.

[Artsakhtsi]

***

Tag mig. - Håll mig. – Smek mig sakta.
Famna mig varligt en liten stund.
Gråt ett grand – för trista fakta.
Se mig med ömhet sova en blund.
Gå ej ifrån mig. – Du vill ju stanna,
stanna tills själv jag måste gå.
Lägg din älskade hand på min panna.
Än en liten stund är vi två.

***

(Harriet Löwenhjelm)

It is a very nice poem in swedish, maybe some of you will understand it ...Patlajan?

[ckBejug]

Originally posted by spiral All time favorite



IF

by Rudyard Kippling

This poem is one of my favorites as well, but I like the Armenian version much better.... I know it all but I have no time right now to post it here. I will do it when I get home from work. I think you'll like it too...

Yete:

Yete gernas sirel payts siro keri chtarnal.....

[Arvestaked]

"Poem" by Jack Kerouac


I am God.

[ckBejug]

Originally posted by Arvestaked "Poem" by Jack Kerouac


I am God.

Kerouac eh? Have you ever read On The Road?

[Arvestaked]

Of course! I would not be a human not having read it. Do you like that book? I love the beat generation writers. Burroughs, Williams, Ginsberg....actually I am not the biggest Ginseberg fan but his journal is interesting.

[Anonymouse]

REDUNDANCIES
by Carol Adler

There are no weekends or
weekdays anymore;
only rubble - office drawers coffee
cups adding machines without
keys or function to count anything
except death.

Was it only yesterday that stocks
went up - and down - like the broken
elevator in the Millennium
GONG. GOING. GONE .

Only yesterday that you or I
may have checked in at the desk
where the monitor is frozen
with the word FIRE and nobody is left
to re-boot the computer?

Renoir has painted the deserted coffee shoppe
in colors of plaster and dust: even
croissants bagels pancakes and eggs are as white
as the gowns of priests rabbis mullahs.

As emails pour through the Internet; as
our Citizens wave flags and buy Bonds; as
state persons wipe their eyes at countless press
conferences and the religious weep for the
chaos their God may or may not have wrought.

As husbands wives fathers cousins aunts the neighbor
who lived across the street are
declared lost;

As the hotel guests still seated in the empty
lobby read screaming headlines and wait for their
taxis, lovers, meetings --

As the Mid-Westerner pauses in the plaster-filled
gift shop to buy tee shirts and souvenirs of the
Twin Towers

the black-screened television blares
out a deeper truth that we dare not believe.

"This is Information Extra," repeats the
elevator stopping at Floor Zero with a loud

GONG. GOING. GONE.


Did we really think we could win out against
such obvious redundancies?

[ckBejug]

Originally posted by ckBejug This poem is one of my favorites as well, but I like the Armenian version much better.... I know it all but I have no time right now to post it here. I will do it when I get home from work. I think you'll like it too...

Yete:

Yete gernas sirel payts siro keri chtarnal.....

Here you go.... I hope you guys can read my Armenian.