Related quotes: As I sit on a...

Begone!

As I sit on a bench,
I wonder daily of my past, present and future,
And I ask myself why I have become so sobribrytic,
What manner of toughts are these?
Yes indeed, after the sunshine,
comes the rain,
But mine is neither drizzles nor downpours,
Mine is a cyclone,
It has blown me nothing but illwills,
Ha, I cannot abide with thee oh house of treachers,
Begone! An illwind is what you are,
Begone at once I say!
Begone!

poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Related quotes

Rondel. (From The Duke Of Orleans)

Hence away, begone, begone,
Carking care and melancholy!
Think ye thus to govern me
All my life long, as ye have done?
That shall ye not, I promise ye;
Reason shall have the mastery.
So hence away, begone, begone,
Carking care and melancholy!

If ever ye return this way,
With your mournful company,
A curse be on ye, and the day
That brings ye moping back to me!
Hence away, begone, I say!
Carking care and melancholy!

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Unwelcome visitor

Begone sad ghost why dost thou bother me.
I knew thee not whilst living thou drew breath.
Nor do I wish to know thee after death.
Why dost thou visit me so frequently?
What is that thou hopest to gain from me?
Unlike the other dead who slumber peacefully.
Under the stone which they must lie beneath.
What wantest thou with me; I know thee not,
nor do I want thy ghostly company.
If once I knew thee I have forgot
Begone sad ghost thou dost not frighten me.
Go now there is no welcome here for thee.

9-Sep-08

http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Soul Snatcher!

When I awoke from midnight sleep,
I heard a rustling creature creep
And on my bed, its vigil keep,
Till my eyes opened wide...
I saw the demon crawl around,
Regardless of its stirring sound,
As if by fear it wasn't bound
And saw no cause to hide...
So there we were, now both awake,
With me amazed, for goodness sake
And my weak heart began to ache
And beat so fast inside...
'Hello, old soul, I'm here to trade!
I know from righteousness you've strayed,
But I've a deal that could be made,
A contract to abide...'
'My soul is mine and mine alone,
Not even God my soul could own,
Yet while God rules upon His throne,
I'll trust in Christ who died...'

'But I can grant so many things!
Why be one of God's underlings?
Come sign and share each joy life brings!
A Princess for a bride! '
'What use are trinkets of this Earth?
Not one has proved eternal worth!
For years I gave each one wide berth,
As each must be denied...'
'Denied? What foolish talk is that?
I'm tempted just to leave you flat!
But since you haven't made me scat,
Perhaps you're pleased I tried...'
'Begone, foul spirit, stay no more!
Begone, I say and close the door!
I live by grace and not by law
And conscience is my guide...'
'So be it, lonely child of grace,
Now old with such a forlorn face,
With none to kiss, none to embrace...
Sleep well, alone... each night...'

Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2011.

poem by Denis Martindale
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Hunt is On!

Across the world, the hunt is on!
Romance is keenly sought.
Foul loneliness, you fiend, begone,
So that you come to nought!
Begone, I say, good riddance, too,
For love is everything.
But when true love seems overdue,
What sorrows that can bring!

Lord, here I pray by day and night.
God, send just ONE to me!
Just ONE in whom to take delight!
God, how hard can that be?
I don't ask much, but come on, Lord!
I've waited for so long.
Why should my burden be ignored?
What am I doing wrong?

I've saved my money year-by-year.
No holidays at all.
So will my sweetheart soon appear
Or will You simply stall?
I'm so impatient! Help me, please!
I can't hold out much more.
I'm begging You.
I'm on my knees!
Not bad at ninety-four

poem by Denis Martindale
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Witches of Little Begone

Little Begone was a tiny place
Untouched by the fronds of time,
The cottages there, since Edward the third
Had lain in a valley sublime,
Wisteria climbed at the cottage walls
Where lilies and lilacs grew,
And over a fence, the witches stared,
In Little Begone there were two.

They hated each other in Little Begone,
The youngest was Annabel Prank,
She'd stolen the seeds of a magical herb
From the garden of old Mother Skank,
So Skank put a spell on her garden that
Instead of the herbs, would grow
An army of huge zucchini's that
Would spread, right into the road.

Annabel tried to dig them out
But they seemed to grow and grow,
‘That will teach you to mess with me, '
Old Mother Skank had crowed.
So Annabel stormed back into the house
And put on her witches hat,
She turned Skank's cat to a cockerel,
And her cockerel into a cat!

Skank didn't know ‘til the cock miaowed
And the cat began to crow,
‘I've more spells than you know about, '
She screamed from the path below,
She sent an army of ugly toads
To breed in her neighbour's pond,
While Annabel watched the zucchini's grow
And sank in a deep despond.

That night she summoned up Beelzebub
While Skank sat down to plot,
Set fire to her neighbour's chimney piece
And shattered the chimney pots,
So Skank called up an army of bats
To nest in her rival's eaves,
When Annabel ran, with bats in her hair
Skank followed her through the trees.

They fought, pulled hair, and scratched and screamed
‘Til the neighbour's all came out,
‘Isn't it time that we ducked these two, '
Said the blacksmith, Simon Stout.
They seized and carried them down to the pond
And they brought the ducking chair,
Then ducked them both, and they both came up
With pondweed in their hair.

‘If you don't behave in Little Begone
Begone is what you'll be,
We've had enough of your witch's tricks
Since fifteen forty three! '
Now Annabel sells zucchini's at
The market, by the bank,
And she always looks the other way
When she spots old Mother Skank!

6 September 2012

poem by David Lewis Paget
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Eviction

Unruly tenant of my heart,
Full fain would I be quit of thee.
I've played too long a losing part.
Thou bringest me neither gold nor fee.

'Tis time thou shouldst thy holding yield,
Thy will and mine no longer meet.
With cockle hast thou sowed my field,
With squanderings all the public street.

Thy presence doth disturb my pride.
Let me be owner of my own.
I fling thee with thy goods outside
And bar re--entry with a stone.

Begone and hide thee from my face.
I will not see thee chiding there.
Away, to live in my disgrace!
Away, to die in thy despair!

O impotence of human wit!
The law is mine, the fault in thee,
And yet in vain I serve the writ,
In vain I scourge thee with decree.

For lo, in stillness of the night,
O'erturning stone and guard and door,
Thou art come with thy lost tenant--right
And hast possession as before.

poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Mercy

'Wake up son, the city is about to go up in flames!
Sins are many, they heap upon me all blames!
Take thy household, nothing else and flee.
To the hills, look not behind thee
Take no silver, take no gold
But thy coat to keep thee from the cold

Take no livestock, call no friends
Lest it pass from friends to fiends
wake now, wake all, hurry soon
Before the rising of another noon
Run now, to the hills begone
Lest my mercy upon thee undone!

But if thou has any word to say
I bid thee hence without delay
Pour out thy thoughts, say it now
For in thy flight no word will I allow
Speak now for thy earthly sake
And upon thy words, will I my judgment take'

'If there be, Lord! Ten righteous men in the city
Will thee upon all take no pity? '
'Aye! I will, my little one so precious
But there is none anywhere so righteous'
'Let then thy will o lord be done
Pray now, let me from hence begone'

'But for my last, let me once more plea
for I have seen little kindness around me!
A lass indeed, mending another's cloth
And a lad giving to beggars his day's worth
Will thee o lord! such gesture omit
And thy fearful anger still permit? '

'Nay! My son, if such kindness exist,
I will my terrible vengeance now desist'
'Then Lord, for love sake shall I ask
That thy anger upon us, thou would not task'
'Aye son, for that love thou hath spoken,
Then shall thee rest secure, for I have my mercy given! !

©Allen 2006.

poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Idleness

O idleness, too fond of me,
Begone, I know and hate thee!
Nothing canst thou of pleasure see
In one that so doth rate thee;

For empty are both mind and heart
While thou with me dost linger;
More profit would to thee impart
A babe that sucks its finger.

I know thou hast a better way
To spend these hours thou squand'rest;
Some lad toils in the trough to-day
Who groans because thou wand'rest;

A bleating sheep he dowses now
Or wrestles with ram's terror;
Ah, 'mid the washing's hubbub, how
His sighs reproach thine error!

He knows and loves thee, Idleness;
For when his sheep are browsing,
His open eyes enchant and bless
A mind divinely drowsing;

No slave to sleep, he wills and sees
From hill-lawns the brown tillage;
Green winding lanes and clumps of trees,
Far town or nearer village,

The sea itself; the fishing feet
Where more, thine idle lovers,
Heark'ning to sea-mews find thee sweet
Like him who hears the plovers.

Begone; those haul their ropes at sea,
These plunge sheep in yon river:
Free, free from toil thy friends, and me
From Idleness deliver!

poem by Thomas Sturge Moore
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Not Again

Coo. Coo-coo. 'Unh-unh,
once is enough. Not again.
boo, shoo, begone.'

poem by Morgan Michaels
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Voice

A voice in my head keeps
showing me the way.

My higher is a source
of energy,

It comes from somewhere
begone my ego.

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Release, let go.

You gave me your hand,
you took me away.
Now I look at you,
you've taken my heart away.

I thought I grew stone cold,
you warmed my heart
you brought me near
I thought we'd never be apart.

You pick up just where we left off
you act like its okay
Then you choose to leave me be
You've wrenched my heart free.

There is more than meets the eye
that much you must know
that much of what you give
I keep and let live.

Fester and obtrusive,
my memories of you hold.
Leave me and begone.
No more are you mine.

poem by Mandy Lee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Retirement

O, let me be alone a while,
No human form is nigh.
And may I sing and muse aloud,
No mortal ear is by.
Away! ye dreams of earthly bliss,
Ye earthly cares begone:
Depart! ye restless wandering thoughts,
And let me be alone!

One hour, my spirit, stretch thy wings,
And quit this joyless sod,
Bask in the sunshine of the sky,
And be alone with God!

poem by Anne Brontë
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!

Seasons

Icy fingers of silver and blue
Make my aged body shiver and shake
I pray for springtime anew

Warm breezes release me from my frozen prison
Sunlight is a welcome radiant friend
Fragrant aromas arrise from the earth
And the skies fill with birds who ready for birth

Then the time for oppressive heat does arrive
Feels like hell but I am alive
Sweat pours from my body
Like a hydrant for fire

Soon leaves start to fall
Beauty surrounds me
In colors of red green and gold

But I start to shiver anew
Icy fingers of silver and blue
Are knocking at my door

Please begone Old Jack Frost!
With your cold grasp on my body and mind
Your not wanted in this neck of the woods
So begone!
Don't knock to peddle your basket of goods.

poem by John Shea
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Value Of The Tought

MY TOUGHTS ARE WELL WITH ME,
THE VALUE OF THE TOUGHT IS OF THE TOUGHT,
I AM MY TOUGHTS,
MY TOUGHTS IS ME,
AYE, DO YOU WISH THAT I STOP THINING?
THUS, YOU WISH MORE THY I DEATH,
YOU WISH THE DEATH OF NATIONS OF MY TOUGHTS,
YEA, I AM A LIVING CONSTELLATION.
A WELL TOUGHT OUT TOUGHT,
MY TOUGHTS FOR ME, LIVES WITH ME, WITHIN ME.
AND EVERY BEING OF VALOUR FROM MY TOUGHTS, SEES MY VISION AND DEFENDS MY TOUGHTS,
ITSELF IS MY TOUGHT.

poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Googly-go0

Of mornings, bright and early,
When the lark is on the wing
And the robin in the maple
Hops from her nest to sing,
From yonder cheery chamber
Cometh a mellow coo -
'T is the sweet, persuasive treble
Of my little Googly-Goo!

The sunbeams hear his music,
And they seek his little bed,
And they dance their prettiest dances
Round his golden curly head:
Schottisches, galops, minuets,
Gavottes and waltzes, too,
Dance they unto the music
Of my googling Googly-Goo.

My heart - my heart it leapeth
To hear that treble tone;
What music like thy music,
My darling and mine own!
And patiently - yes, cheerfully
I toil the long day through -
My labor seemeth lightened
By the song of Googly-Goo!

I may not see his antics,
Nor kiss his dimpled cheek:
I may not smooth the tresses
The sunbeams love to seek;
It mattereth not - the echo
Of his sweet, persuasive coo
Recurreth to remind me
Of my little Googly-Goo.

And when I come at evening,
I stand without the door
And patiently I listen
For that dear sound once more;
And oftentimes I wonder,
"Oh, God! what should I do
If any ill should happen
To my little Googly-Goo!"

Then in affright I call him -
I hear his gleeful shouts!
Begone, ye dread forebodings -
Begone, ye killing doubts!
For, with my arms about him,
My heart warms through and through
With the oogling and the googling
Of my little Googly-Goo!

poem by Eugene Field
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

With The Night

O doubts, dull passions, and base fears,
That harassed and oppressed the day,
Ye poor remorses and vain tears,
That shook this house of clay:

All heaven to the western bars
Is glittering with the darker dawn;
Here with the earth, the night, the stars,
Ye have no place: begone!

poem by Archibald Lampman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Sonnet

With wayworn feet a Pilgrim woe-begone
Life's upward road I journeyed many a day,
And hymning many a sad yet soothing lay
Beguil'd my wandering with the charms of song.
Lonely my heart and rugged was my way,
Yet often pluck'd I as I past along
The wild and simple flowers of Poesy,
And as beseem'd the wayward Fancy's child
Entwin'd each random weed that pleas'd mine eye.
Accept the wreath, BELOVED! it is wild
And rudely garlanded; yet scorn not thou
The humble offering, where the sad rue weaves
'Mid gayer flowers its intermingled leaves,
And I have twin'd the myrtle for thy brow.

poem by Robert Southey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Let it Rain (re-released, please comment)

Let it rain peace,
For we are all one,
We will all go forth,
As we dropp all our guns,
Equality reins,
As time will continue
Racism detains,
And we can all live peacefully again...

Let it rain love,
For we need one another,
We are all a large family,
We're sisters and brothers,
Love not just society,
But love God as well,
Unleash all of your piety,
And we can all be loving again,

Let it rain hope,
Let a future exist,
Do not let our world end,
By death's unwanted kiss,
Motivation is needed,
If we want a success,
If we do what I've pleaded,
We can all have hope again.

Let it rain light,
Let all darkness begone,
All harsh thoughts be destroyed,
all our anger, withdrawn,
Let's let all failing part,
Be our triumphs, existent,
May all good be in our hearts,
And we needn't to worry again...

poem by Joseph Walter Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Let it rain...