Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

Happy Valentine’s Day, 2019!

February 14, 2019

On this the day of romance and love, how about a poem (from long ago) that basically is calling Cupid a pussy for having been stung by a bee?

The Wounded Cupid.  Song

Cupid as he lay among
Roses, by a Bee was stung.
Whereupon in anger flying
To his Mother, said thus crying;
Help! O help! your Boy’s a dying.
And why, my pretty Lad, said she?
Then blubbering, replied he,
A winged Snake has bitten me,
Which Country people call a Bee.
At which she smil’d; then with her hairs,
And kisses drying up his tears:
Alas! said she, my Wag! if this
Such a pernicious torment is:
Come tell me then, how great’s the smart
Of those, thou woundest with thy Dart!

Source: Anacreon (6th Century BC), translated by Robert Herrick.  Public Domain Poetry – Robert Herrick

The Mixup!

February 10, 2019

I have always been a fan of puns, wordplay, limericks, etc.  So, when I discovered this collection of limericks, I just couldn’t resist sharing one from time to time.  This one was authored by Morris Bishop.

Said a lady beyond Pompton Lakes
“I do make such silly mistakes!
Now the car’s in the hall!
It went right through the wall
When I mixed up the gas and the brakes.”

Morris Bishop

“There Is a Meadow . . .!”

January 20, 2019

My favorite movie of 2017 was Wind River by Taylor Sheridan.  Here is opening poem . . .

There is a meadow in my perfect
world. Where wind dances the
branches of a tree, casting leopard
spots of light across the face of a
pond …

The tree stands tall and grand and
alone, shading the world beneath
it.

There will come a day when I rest
against its spine and look out over
a valley where the sun warms, but
never burns …

I will watch leaves turn. Green,
then amber, then crimson. Then no
leaves at all …

But the tree will not die. For in
this place, winter never comes …
It is here, in the cradle of all I
hold dear, I guard every memory of
you.

And when I find myself frozen in
the mud of the real — far from
your loving eyes, I will return to
this place, close mine, and take
solace in the simple perfection of
knowing you.

 

Keeping Busy is Better Than Nothing!

January 10, 2019

I have always been a fan of puns, wordplay, limericks, etc.  So, when I discovered this collection of limericks, I just couldn’t resist sharing one from time to time.  This one was authored by John Ciardi.

Keeping Busy is Better Than Nothing

There was a young lady named Sue,
Who had nothing whatever to do.
And who did it so badly,
I thought she would gladly
Have stopped long before she was through.

Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains . . . Lots of Limericks selected by Myra Cohn Livingston

Happy New Year, 2019!

January 1, 2019

And so we begin another year . . . and what better way to begin than through this poem by Eliza Cook.

Song for the New Year (Eliza Cook, 1818-1889)

Old Time has turned another page
      Of eternity and truth;
He reads with a warning voice to age,
      And whispers a lesson to youth.
A year has fled o’er heart and head
      Since last the yule log burnt;
And we have a task to closely ask,
      What the bosom and brain have learnt?
Oh! let us hope that our sands have run
      With wisdom’s precious grains;
Oh! may we find that our hands have done
      Some work of glorious pains.
Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new year,
      While the holly gleams above us;
With a pardon for the foes who hate,
      And a prayer for those who love us.

We may have seen some loved ones pass
      To the land of hallow’d rest;
We may miss the flow of an honest brow
      And the warmth of a friendly breast:
But if we nursed them while on earth,
      With hearts all true and kind,
Will their spirits blame the sinless mirth
      Of those true hearts left behind?
No, no! it were not well or wise
      To mourn with endless pain;
There’s a better world beyond the skies,
      Where the good shall meet again.
Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new year.
      While the holly gleams above us;
With a pardon for the foes who hate,
      And a prayer for those who love us.

Have our days rolled on serenely free
      From sorrow’s dim alloy?
Do we still possess the gifts that bless
      And fill our souls with joy?
Are the creatures dear still clinging near?
      Do we hear loved voices come?
Do we gaze on eyes whose glances shed
      A halo round our home?
Oh, if we do, let thanks be pour’d
      To Him who hath spared and given,
And forget not o’er the festive board
      The mercies held from heaven.
Then a welcome and cheer to the merry new year,
      While the holly gleams above us;
With a pardon for the foes who hate,
      And a prayer for those who love us.

Source: This poem appeared in Melaia and Other Poems (Charles Tilt, 1840). It is in the public domain.

Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming!

December 20, 2018

This is one of my all time favorite Christmas hymns to sing.  Check out the Mormon Tabernacle Choir version here.

Lo, how a rose e’er blooming,
From tender stem hath sprung.
Of Jesse’s lineage coming,
As men of old have sung;
It came, a flow’ret bright,
Amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.

Isaiah ’twas foretold it,
The Rose I have in mind,
With Mary we behold it,
The virgin mother kind;
To show God’s love aright,
She bore to men a Savior,
When half spent was the night.

O Flower, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air,
Dispel with glorious splendour
The darkness everywhere;
True man, yet very God,
From Sin and death now save us,
And share our every load.

A Warning!

December 11, 2018

I have always been a fan of puns, wordplay, limericks, etc.  So, when I discovered this collection of limericks, I just couldn’t resist sharing one from time to time.  This one was authored by Mary A. Webber.

A Warning

I know a young girl who can speak
French, German, and Latin and Greek.
I see her each day,
And it grieves me to say
That her English is painfully weak!

Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains . . . Lots of Limericks selected by Myra Cohn Livingston

Three Things to Remember!

November 20, 2018

Here is a poem by William Blake that struck a chord with me today.

Three Things to Remember

A Robin Redbreast in a cage,
Puts all Heaven in a rage.

A skylark wounded on the wing
Doth make a cherub cease to sing.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.

The Thinker!

November 13, 2018

I have always been a fan of puns, wordplay, limericks, etc.  So, when I discovered this collection of limericks, I just couldn’t resist sharing one from time to time.  This one was authored by John Ciardi.

The Thinker

There was a young fellow who thought
Very little, but thought it a lot.
Then at long last he knew
What he wanted to do,
But before he could start, he forgot.

Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains . . . Lots of Limericks selected by Myra Cohn Livingston

The Widower!

October 22, 2018

Here is a wonderful poem by Rudyard Kipling . . . thinking of Dad on his birthday.

The Widower

For a season there must be pain
For a little, little space
I shall lose the sight of her face,
Take back the old life again
While She is at rest in her place.

For a season this pain must endure,
For a little, little while
I shall sigh more often than smile
Till time shall work me a cure,
And the pitiful days beguile.

For that season we must be apart,
For a little length of years,
Till my life’s last hour nears,
And, above the beat of my heart,
I hear Her voice in my ears.

But I shall not understand
Being set on some later love,
Shall not know her for whom I strove,
Till she reach me forth her hand,
Saying, “Who but I have the right?”
And out of a troubled night
Shall draw me safe to the land.