"What can be said in New Year rhymes, That's not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years go, We know we dream, we dream we know. We rise up laughing with the light, We lie down weeping with the night. We hug the world until it stings, We curse it then and sigh for wings. We live, we love, we woo, we wed, We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead. We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear, And that's the burden of a year."
The poem is a lovely one , by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. She wrote some beautiful poetry.
Thanks. How about some more?
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. ~Chief Seattle
Great! well done - and roll on the Summer so we can all go and sit outdoors and dream...
Just noticed this bicelaw! Are you an identical twin or do you have telepathy?????
First post page one from cmw2a!
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. ~Chief Seattle
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. ~Chief Seattle
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. ~Chief Seattle
Soldiers poem: If I die in war zone, Box me up and send me home. Put my medals on my chest, Tell my mum I did my best Tell my dad not to bow, He won't get tension from me now Tell my brother to study perfectly, Keys of my bike will be his permanently Tell my sister not to be upset, Her bro will not raise after the sunset. And tell my love not to cry, Cause I'm a soldier and I was born to die
Remember me Duty called and I went to war Though I'd never fired a gun before I paid the price for your new day As all my dreams were blown away
Remember me We all stood true as whistles blew And faced the shell and stench of Hell Now battle's done, there is no sound Our bones decay beneath the ground We cannot see, or smell, or hear There is no death, or hope or fear
Remember me Once we, like you, would laugh and talk And run and walk and do the things that you all do But now we lie in rows so neat Beneath the soil, beneath your feet
Remember me In mud and gore and the blood of war We fought and fell and move no more Remember me, I am not dead I'm just a voice within your head
Those lines hold so much sorrow and meaning. Thanks Zelda.
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. ~Chief Seattle
If we can not respect another How can we expect them to respect us If we can not respect someone’s beliefs How can we expect them to respect ours If we can not respect another’s race How can we expect that race to respect us If we can not respect others How can we expect respect in return
Everyone expects respect No matter who they are The only way to gain it Is to start treating everyone As a friend, a brother, a sister As part of our extended family No matter what colour or creed they are Only then you will start to get The respect you so dearly crave
Just like to say a great big thank you, there are some truly amazing poets/poems here. I've been writing poetry for many years and my one claim to fame is I once had one of my poems featured at the end of a TV documentary back in 1985. A lot of my poems seem to reflect my love for nostalgia. Here's one I wrote twelve years ago:-
I REMEMBER TECHNICOLOR
I remember Technicolor When skies were truly blue and trees were really green When rainbows were richer and fuller And Elvis had the most amazing eyes you’ve ever seen
Then, Old Yeller was really yeller Now Red Dwarf’s more like brown and snow’s not so white And the silver spoons bent by Uri Geller Seem more like tarnished grey than dazzling shiny bright
Electronics whiz kids have come a long way Now, there’s wide screen, and digital, but something’s still not right They can’t recapture those old movie ways And I’m sorry to say that your so-called “true-colour-definition” is just a load of white
You may think your cinema-style set is really hot With its total-surround-sound and its super-duper-deluxe triple sized screen But for me, they’ll never really hit the spot Until the day they can reproduce that old style colour – if ‘hue’ know what I mean
Thanks Dave....really good. So pleased you are happy to share them with us.
Not too sure if it's down to nostalgia or are your eyes getting dim?
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. ~Chief Seattle
