<p>I know we have some creative Hopeful Hoyas out there.. Any of you want to share your poetic side here? ;).. I'll post if someone else does.</p>
<p>So just normal poetry, it doesn't have to relate to Georgeotwn?</p>
<p>Yeah, just normal poetry.</p>
<p>Cool! I'll start a poem and post it later- sorry, I don't have any right now. I'm sure everyone would love to hear what you have, though, Tlak!</p>
<p>Gah. I don't have any good poems. Everything I've written is the lovey-dovey goo-gah stuff that I give to my girlfriend. And that's no Shakespeare, either.</p>
<p>let's just post poems that we like then</p>
<p>It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vest the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breath were life. Life piled on life
Were all to little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.</p>
<p>This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle-
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.</p>
<p>There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me-
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads- you and I are old;
Old age had yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.</p>
<p>Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.</p>
<p>Okay, this is one of the goo-gah poems I wrote for my girlfriend.. it's shortly after we got back together (after breaking up)</p>
<p>Love Again</p>
<p>The waltz of steps I've forgotten
The conversation of love lost in my mind
The notes of the song left unfinished from before
But from it all, teach me how to love again.</p>
<p>The happiest of moments, the saddest of dirges
Whatever depth or height I'll spend with you
Open up thy heart, the angel of my darkness
But above it all, allow me to love again.</p>
<p>Breathe into me the passions of the old
Reveal unto me the secrets left untold
Show me the steps to the minuet of romance
But from it all, show me how to love again.</p>
<p>In this cold society of bitter hearts and broken ends
Let thy heart be the fireplace in warmth we may amend
Within me, the sparkle of desire has never lost its light
And from it all, tell me how to love again.</p>
<p>Know that I love you, and it has always been the same
For you have always been part of my life, my name
Whisper once again the conversation once forgotten
And through it all, guide me how to love again.</p>
<p>Within that soul of pain, anger and sorrow
I yearn to find happiness, joy, as it once were before
I pray that these things would come back tomorrow
And through it all, I hope you'll be in love with me again.</p>
<p>Tlak- that's very good! You must realllly love your girlfriend. :) Very passionate!</p>
<p>cool cool
Luckily though, it didn't have the same mushie effect on me, as it probably had on her.</p>
<p>PS- Tlaktan, 192 (approx. 63%) of my posts are in the GTown forum. :)</p>
<p>A little trite, but nonetheless one of my favorites:
Robert Frost: The Road not Taken</p>
<p>Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;</p>
<p>Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,</p>
<p>And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.</p>
<p>I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.</p>
<p>:: blush :: Well.. we've had our ups and downs.. </p>
<p>Bejeezus cripes, Calidan.. 63% of your posts?</p>
<p>Another sobsob one here: (written a while back)</p>
<p>You are the star that illuminates my night
You are the good of my evil; the darkness of my light
You are my one wish, my one and only love
More sweeter and more holier than any angel above.</p>
<p>Of all the painful thoughts I've had, none were ever of you
You know that I love you, and this love will always stay true.
Without you, my heart would be sad, my life incomplete
And all the suffering I tried to avoid, I would only repeat.</p>
<p>You are the only reason I live, the fuel of my desire
You are the seasons of my heart, the flames of my fire
You mean so much to me, how could I live my days without you
My love for you will always remain true.</p>
<p>You took away my sorrow, you took away my pain
You breathed love back into my life and of this, I have no shame
You are my everything, the sunshine to my rain
I only hope that for you, I have only done the same.</p>
<p>I know... 63%! It just shows my devotion to GTown. I wish that they could see how devoted I am! Then again, maybe not... it might come off as desperation.</p>
<p>And once again, Tlaktan, a very heartfelt poem. How long have you been together?</p>
<p>Uhm. That's a bit complicated. Let's see.. we went out in June officially, but we began flirting and the such around April... we broke up in August, stopped talking for a few months.. then got back together earlier this month..</p>
<p>Hmmm... sounds fun? Just kidding, I'm sure you're both very happy. I'm...urgh...jealous. :(</p>
<p>:: shrug :: Don't be. Everyone has someone they can be happy with -- it just takes time. :-)</p>
<p>Yeah, I know. Thanks.</p>
<p>Well I'm off to bed. Hoya Saxa! :D</p>
<p>Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,</p>
<p>A hand that can be clasp'd no more
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.</p>
<p>He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.</p>