Sonnet VII: Love in a Humour
Love in a humor play'd the prodigal
And bade my Senses to a solemn feast;
Yet, more to grace the company withal,
Invites my Heart to be the chiefest guest.
No other drink would serve this glutton's turn
But precious tears distilling from mine eyne,
Which with my sighs this epicure doth burn,
Quaffing carouses in this costly wine;
Where, in his cups o'ercome with foul excess,
Straightways he plays a swaggering ruffian's part,
And at the banquet in his drunkenness
Slew his dear friend, my kind and truest Heart.
A gentle warning, friends, thus may you see
What 'tis to keep a drunkard company.
poem by Michael Drayton
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Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other,
When that mine eye is famished for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself, away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Struggles Cease - after William Shakespeare Sonnet XLVII
Struggles cease as heart and eye ally
And each to each good turns does sans delay: -
Now may they twine as heart, with inner eye
Garners reflection fair of peerless traits.
The heart refreshed is eyeing every part,
Open eye's fulfilled, heart's welcome guest,
Moreover neither rush, wait other's start,
As hearts signed, sealed, are mutually impressed.
Mention Present, Past is shadow dim
As Present, passed, fair Future’s bells ring bright,
United are all three: ‘us’, ‘her’, ‘him’s’ hymn,
Draws trinity’s divinity in sight.
Eye may make no mistake, beyond day's shore,
Charmed knight returns to one he’d e’er adore.
12 June 2008
Happy Birthday M C!
After William Shakespeare
Shakespeare Sonnet XLVII
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish’d for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart's and eye's delight.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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We Drank The Sadness
Come! !
Solitude, my friend
Accompany me tonight.
come! !
sit to my side
and bring your glass and pour in it
the sadness of solitary hearts.
Take their tears, put yours and take mine.
Let´s allow them to ferment a while
until they are converted into wine,
that tonight I want to get drunk
with the wine of sadness.
Tonight, in your company, I'll not only
drink your sadness and the sadness of world
but, rather, I´ll get drunk myself with my heart´s sadness
and the solitude of my soul.
Come solitude!
Let´s leave to walk and let´s scream to the world
that tonight we drank its sadness
and the drunkenness of the sadness
in happiness it finished! !
poem by Enrique Alberto Hurtado Minotta
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Today... 'Friend of publicans and sinners
The Son of Man came here eating and drinking
'He is a glutton' all the priests were thinking.
But wisdom by all her children is proved right
truth's revealed only to those who've seen the light.
This Jesus in His mercy befriended me
and died to make me part of His family.
No glutton or drunkard is this Friend of mine
but head of the table at which I will dine.
Behold what luxurious food loads the board
When at His heavenly table sits the Lord.
The wine is so rich and the bread how so sweet
when Jesus invites sinners with Him to eat.
Where would I be if Jesus was not my Friend?
I dread to think how my sinful life would end.
Standing alone before God's white Judgement Throne.
No Intercessor to help and on my own.
For those who the world ignores and dismisses
the Son of Man showers with love and kisses.
Seeking sinners and tax collectors to save
He endured the cross and rose up from the grave.
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Kiss Mine Heart
With crimson blood I doth drink sorrow's love and weep till night drunk in love's enamor, while all hearts clamor with tongues lurid song and play with the night of vice all wrong and in orbits of each other's senses, lose their own sense, to sensualities path deep and immense… Like a saint of love I pray for love's sake and martyr myself in her name and where love dwells thou wilt find fame, engraved on the walls of a heart, where lover's kiss with crimson stained lips wert their sin lives and whisper din and burn their senses in mine heart within… O sweet is love in my heart's melody, wert I see beauty and love in souls underneath thy body. I see with mine heart and not my eye, with love's heart that will never die! Kiss mine heart!
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Hymn 68
The banquet of love.
SS 2:1-4,6,7.
Behold the Rose of Sharon here,
The Lily which the valleys bear;
Behold the Tree of Life, that gives
Refreshing fruit and healing leaves.
Amongst the thorns so lilies shine;
Amongst wild gourds the noble vine;
So in mine eyes my Savior proves,
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.
Beneath his cooling shade I sat,
To shield me from the burning heat;
Of heav'ly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed mine eyes and please my taste.
[Kindly he brought me to the place
Where stands the banquet of his grace;
He saw me faint, and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread.
With living bread and gen'rous wine,
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And op'ning his own heart to me,
He shows his thoughts how kind they be.]
O never let my Lord depart;
Lie down, and rest upon my heart;
I charge my sins not once to move,
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Taming
It tamed my monsters when young,
Curling the talons like sad sticks
But lethal to the touch if used.
The monster has a company of friends
Like the friend who tames his friend
And accomplishes friendship.
Much desired, much ignored, is the precious mood
We are friends in our mind.
To keep them young is talent,
And to keep a company of friends
May bore the whole community.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Alone And Drinking Under The Moon
Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
the three of us; then I sigh
for the moon cannot drink,
and my shadow goes emptily along
with me never saying a word;
with no other friends here, I can
but use these two for company;
in the time of happiness, I
too must be happy with all
around me; I sit and sing
and it is as if the moon
accompanies me; then if I
dance, it is my shadow that
dances along with me; while
still not drunk, I am glad
to make the moon and my shadow
into friends, but then when
I have drunk too much, we
all part; yet these are
friends I can always count on
these who have no emotion
whatsoever; I hope that one day
we three will meet again,
deep in the Milky Way.
Sonnet 46
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes,
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impannelled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part:
As thus: mine eye's due is thine outward part,
And my heart's right, thine inward love of heart.
poem by William Shakespeare from Sonnets (1609)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Where Can It Go
(robert palmer)
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part oh oh
A searching love
Is a precious thing
Easy to spoil
And so hard to give in to
The blame is shared
When we meet half way
Desire is real
Its a path to be taken
Even sleep can turn cruel
When your hearts confused
Whether we spend our lives together
Or we never see each other again
Ill always celebrate
The times that we both knew
Baby your love is here
Is mine with you?
In the deep of our eyes
We just wait to be taken
Sometimes weve been mistreated
By the love we gave
Honey were not pretenders
We both know life isnt only a game
Ill always celebrate the times that we both know
Baby your love is here
Where can it go?
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part oh oh
When love comes in and takes your heart
Let it go and play your part
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right,
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie—
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes—
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impanellèd
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
And by their verdict is determinèd
The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part.
As thus, mine eye's due is thy outward part,
And my heart's right thy inward love of heart.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Pariah
Pariah's pulsating in sweet reverie
Their love in mine heart voluptuary
No heart love or even accept me
Except my out casted heart in revelry
Doth I drink frothy sweet seas
Of liquors dreams and voracious sprees
Only to find my empty glass
And mine sobriety devoured and my life doth pass
Bent reflections hath showed me
Truth with no lie, nothing flowery
My life drunk in my heart outcast
No sober judgment judged drunkenness vast
Still pariahs pulsate in me
An outcast man no love to be
Only loved by pariahs in me
That reflect bent in mine heart of infamy
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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The Convivial Book - Ye've Often, For Our Drunkenness,
Blamed us in ev'ry way,
And, in abuse of drunkenness,
Enough can never say.
Men, overcome by drunkenness,
Are wont to lie till day;
And yet I find my drunkenness
All night-time make me stray;
For, oh! 'tis Love's sweet drunkenness
That maketh me its prey,
Which night and day, and day and night,
My heart must needs obey,--
A heart that, in its drunkenness,
Pours forth full many a lay,
So that no trifling drunkenness
Can dare assert its sway.
Love, song, and wine's sweet drunkenness,
By night-time and by day,--
How god-like is the drunkenness
That maketh me its prey!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Rubaiyat 25
O friend, from your foes your heart release,
In pleasant company drink the good wine with ease.
Confer with those who know, open your heart
And from the ignorant fleas flee like the breeze.
poem by Shams al-Din Hafiz
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My Unique Friend Thats How We Roll :)
My friend is unique
My friend is one of a kind
My friend is perfect
My friend is someone hard to find
My friend is sweet
My friend is kind
My friend will always be there
My friend could just blow your mind
My friend has such a striking heart
My friend is so trustworthy
My friend he is oh so smart
My friend eased my pain
My friend dried my tears away
My friend that never faces fears
My friend has such an exquisite smile
My friend has the world’s purest heart by a mile
my dear friend thats how we roll
My friend that is best of the best in the entire world
My friend the one I will never forget of all the friends I’ve ever met…
you know who you are told you one day you will be a star as thats what you are :)
poem by Nicky Joyce
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A Specail Friend
a friend is someone like you a kind a loving person,
gentle and full of fun,
a friend is someone with a heart of a gentle bear,
and cuddles that care,
a friend is someone who you can talk to,
who will never judge?
a true freind can be a man or woman,
friends are friends for life,
the friend can hold your,
heart,
in their hands,
and i have found that,
friend,
and that friend is you
poem by Sharron Stephenson
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You pull a tide in Me
you pull a tide in me
like the full moon
upon the wildest of sea
a strange longing
inches its way
into me the day you
appeared,
plays shadow
with my senses
the thousand smiles
over the sea
they are mine for you
the million sighs
over the sea
they are mine
under the gentle
touch of love
the butterfly's
frenzied joy
as it perches
over the cup
of honey wrapped blossom
it is that poem
swept awry in the sea
of my heart
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Still A Friend Of Mine
(j.p. maunick/r. bull)
You know as true as trees are tall
And autumn leaves do fall
Oh, it sometimes rains in paradise
And even the warmest heart can turn to ice
I know it happend to us all
Every kind of people fall
And after all the tears are gone
Do we have the heart to carry on
Chorus:
Here and now, still somehow
Still a friend of mine, oh youre still a friend of mine
Still a friend of mine, youre still a friend of mine
Still a friend of mine, oh youre still a friend of mine
Oh
To think of all the times I hurt you
And never thought it through
Oh, I treated you so badly baby
Could such a cruel heart ever be free
I know it happens to us all
Every kind of people fall
Oh, and after all is said and done
Do we have the heart to carry on
Chorus
I know as long as Ive got you
And we do the things we do
The next time baby
That our love breaks down
Ill do the best that I can
To turn it around
Chorus
Time and time and time again
Im gonna be right here for you baby
Seasons come and seasons go
Gonna be right here for you
Repeat x 3 (fade)
song performed by by Incognito
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Die, My Darling
Die, my darling
A whispered warning
Of horrors in your mind
Die, my lover
I will discover
The treachery of your kind
Down, my sweet
Fall at my feet
My judgement lies in wait
Down, my heart
The time to part
Has come to us too late
Sleep, my treasure
A bitter pleasure
Like honey-sweetened wine
Sleep, my precious
A kiss so vicious
When vengeance will be mine
Perish, my love
My devil above
What cobweb touches more?
Perish, my dear
And disappear
When I hit the floor
poem by Rebecca Kate Summers
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Lovers' Infiniteness
IF yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all;
I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,
Nor can intreat one other tear to fall;
And all my treasure, which should purchase thee,
Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent;
Yet no more can be due to me,
Than at the bargain made was meant.
If then thy gift of love were partial,
That some to me, some should to others fall,
Dear, I shall never have thee all.
Or if then thou gavest me all,
All was but all, which thou hadst then;
But if in thy heart since there be or shall
New love created be by other men,
Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears,
In sighs, in oaths, and letters, outbid me,
This new love may beget new fears,
For this love was not vow'd by thee.
And yet it was, thy gift being general;
The ground, thy heart, is mine; what ever shall
Grow there, dear, I should have it all.
Yet I would not have all yet.
He that hath all can have no more;
And since my love doth every day admit
New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store;
Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,
If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it;
Love's riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it;
But we will have a way more liberal,
Than changing hearts, to join them; so we shall
Be one, and one another's all.
poem by John Donne
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