You Say, Columbus with His Argosies
You say, Columbus with his argosies
Who rash and greedy took the screaming main
And vanished out before the hurricane
Into the sunset after merchandise,
Then under western palms with simple eyes
Trafficked and robbed and triumphed home again:
You say this is the glory of the brain
And human life no other use than this?
I then do answering say to you: The line
Of wizards and of saviours, keeping trust
In that which made them pensive and divine,
Passes before us like a cloud of dust.
What were they? Actors, ill and mad with wine,
And all their language babble and disgust.
poem by Trumbull Stickney
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
The Merchandise
To the merchandise of gold,
To the merchandise of silver,
To the merchandise of bronze,
To the merchandise of ivory,
To the merchandise of precious stone,
To the merchandise of brass,
To the merchandise of pearls,
To the merchandise of cars,
To the merchanidse of bauxite,
To the merchandise of fine linen,
To the merchandise of houses,
To the merchandise of wine,
To the merchandise of oil,
To the merchandise of luxuries,
To the merchandise of weapons,
To the merchandise of coffee,
To the merchandise of purple,
To the merchandise of wheat,
To the merchandise of sheep,
To the merchandise of timber,
To the merchandise of cattle,
To the merchandise of iron,
To the merchandise of horses,
To the merchandise of fruits,
To the merchandise of frankincense,
To the merchandise of cocoa,
To the merchandise of scarlet,
To the merchandise of precious wood,
To the merchandise of silk,
To the merchandise of chariots,
To the merchandise of commercial planes,
To the merchandise of slaves,
To the merchandise of private jets,
To the merchandise of marbles,
To the merchandise of war planes,
To the merchandise of scented wood,
To the merchandise of fine flour,
To the merchandise of incense,
To the merchandise of cinnamon,
And to the merchandise of fragrant ointment;
But the day comes when we will all cry.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Toi
Give the shields of gold to Toi,
The King of Hamath;
Like the Arameans of Damascus.
But the bride of bondage is like,
The merchandise of cinnamon.
It is all around us,
Of the merchandise of wine;
It is all around you,
Of the merchandise of frankincense;
It is all around me,
Of the merchandise of oil;
But the merchandise of fine flour is like,
The merchandise of wheat.
The merchandise of flowers for my lover,
The merchandise of cattle for my family,
The merchandise of sheep for my neighbour,
The merchandise of horses for my friends,
With the merchandise of chariots and slaves to remember!
Give the shields of gold to Toi,
The king of Hamath;
Like the merchandise of arms and,
The merchandise of luxuries.
Give the shields of gold to Toi,
The King of Hamath;
For weeping and wailing will be heard very soon.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Saviours Day
Now we have been through the harvest
Winter has truly begun
Now we have walked in the chill of the night
We are waiting for, waiting for
For the saviours day
Many have come from the valleys
Many have come from the hills
Many have started their journey home
To be with someone with someone
On the saviours day
Open your eyes on saviours day
Dont look back or turn away
Life can be yours if youll only stay
He is calling you, calling you
On the saviours day
Heres to the God of the present
Heres to the God of the past
Heres to the hope in the future he brings
We will sing to him, sing to him
On the saviors day
Joining the old and the young ones
Joining the black and the white
Meeting the need of the hungry is he
We will ever remember him
On the saviours day
Open your eyes on saviours day
Dont look back or turn away
Life can be yours if youll only stay
He is calling you, calling you
On the saviours day
song performed by by Cliff Richard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Ash Wednesday
Earth tilts
and winter passes.
Now is the time
for ashes.
Searing songs
cremate the pain.
Waving palms
incinerate.
From dust unto dust
we fall and rise,
crying to God,
we reach high
to paths
of brighter trust.
poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Who Do You Trust
Fire and ice
Why dont we just throw in the dice
Hot or cold
I never know which way you may go
Follow me follow me
I have waited too long to see
Problems are problems
The truth is our security
(chorus)
Its my life, I cant waist the time
Ive made my decision, so lets lay it on the line(oh baby)
Who do you trust if you cant trust me
Im the one who loves you
Who do you trust if you cant trust me
Im the one who loves you
If you stay
Ill just try to make you aware Ill
be gone, if it dont get no better
Human hearts can only take so much
Faith is my condition if you want to keep in touch(oh baby)
Who do you trust if you cant trust me
Im the one who loves you
Who do you trust if you cant trust me
Im the one who loves you
(bridge)
Who do you trust Who do you trust
If you cant trust me
Who do you trust who do you trust
If you cant trust me
Its my life, I cant waste the time
Ive made my decision
So lets lay it on the line(oh baby)
(chorus..adlibs...fade)
written by David Batteau and Danny Sembello
song performed by by New Edition
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
As He Was Reading His Poems
he stuttered on every line
like the way he stumbled in the days of his life
he had his nursery lines
as simple as his life has always been
an evening of poetry
with a group of friends and peers
there were so many cheers
and some hands clapping
expressions of ways of loving
and then there was this hug
and the green tea bag
and my eyes open for the purpose of his line
nothing complicated but divine
just a celebration of life
less the knife
seeing himself in the mirror
as a new human being so pure
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Bring Them Home(song)
verse1:
oh how I tried
to change this evil
that's taking over
too many crow
squawkin' freely
they have to go
we need to
take back the earth
and claim it for the humble
greedy hyenas
laughing with their money
creating more weaklings
the price of life
is too expensive
even the fittest will die
chorus1:
how can you ask
me to understand
your greedy tendencies
I am human too
your mistakes
need correction
need correction
need correction
verse 2:
what do you want
you need to be more practical
what do you need
it can't be greed
because you are sending life
bring them home
bring
them
home
bring
them
home
they fight for you
and not the people
I support them
bring them home
chorus 2:
how can you ask
me to understand
your greedy tendencies
I am human too
your mistakes
need correction
need correction
need correction
bridge:
I don't want your false knowledge
I'd rather be dumb
Your the scum
I am the soup
Clean up your act
And bring them home
short verse:
Bring
them
home
bring
them
home
bring
them
home
chorus 3:
how can you ask
me to understand
your greedy tendencies
I am human too
your mistakes
need correction
need correction
need correction
verse1 ending:
bring
them
home
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Greed..
Greed will make you hurngry
you'll never get enough...
it can tear a life apart
Greed is nasy stuff..
don't get greedy - don't be greedy
once you let yoursef be greedy
you can't go back again...
(i'm telling ya man...)
i know a man named Jessy
his Grandma was sitting good..
he set out to win her turst
and take everything he could..
he got greedy
he was greedy..
Jessy let himself get greedy
And He can't go back again...
Greed turns family on family
makes a friend the enemy
it can turn you on your Grandma
blinding you so you can't see..
it will turn you on your parents..
and tear your world apart..
there's no way you can change it
once you let it in your heart..
don't be greedy
don't get greedy..
once you let yoursef be greedy
you can't go back again...
once someone has been cheated
or swindeled it's a shame
greed will leave them cold and Angry
with only You to blame....
no one will ever trust you
trust gets burried in the past..
you're better of financialy'
but money it won't last..
don't get greedy don't be greedy
once you let yourself be greedy
you can't go back again...
once greed becomes a partner
and all is said and done..
when your lookin down at a grave...
can you really feel you won?
you now have more than others
you worked hard to steal it all..
others may have earned it but
your the one who made that call..
no one thought you'd do it
it never crossed their mind..
they trusted that you would be fair
but that was once upon a time...
you let yoursef get greedy,
you got greedy
And once you let yourself be greedy
you can't go back again....
someday you'll miss your sister
your parents and cousins too..
the black sheep of the family
will turn a lonesome blue...
don't be greedy, don't get greedy
once you let yourself be greedy
you can't go back again...
poem by Connetta Jean
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
20......A life without love
~ A life without love ~
A Sunset without a sun is no sunset at all.
A life without love is no life at all.
A rainbow without colors is no rainbow at all.
And heart without feelings is no human at all.
All these things need something to be,
Either a sun or a person or a crayon,
If only to create what nature said was meant to be.
A sunset makes us feel
as though the world has been born again.
A life with love
lets us know it's worth to let someone in.
A rainbow with colors thats a moment frozen in time,
to be grateful for all that is beautiful
and feel all the glory inside.
Life without love,
is an emptiness
I wish love was as simple as a sunset,
ready to be born again.
But I know in truth love only comes from within.
So I'll keep watching for my sunset,
and looking for that rainbow to shine someday.
Then one day
maybe the love will find its way again.
(13th august 2009)
poem by Fawzia Zie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Columbus
Viceroy they made him, Admiral and Don,
Wishing—good King and Queen!—to honor
him
Whose deeds should make all like distinctions
dim.
Columbus! Other title needs he none.
And they—in wisdom more than kingship
blest—
Go down to future days, remembered best
For service rendered to that lowly one.
Columbus! With proud love, yet reverently,
Pronounce that name,—the name of one who
heard
A word of life, and, answering that word,
Braved death, unfearing, on the Shadowy Sea;
Who—seeking land not known to any chart,
That land by faith deep graven on his heart—
Found justice, truth, and human liberty!
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
The City of Dreadful Thirst
The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke--
"They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk.
But all the smartest men down here are puzzled to define
A kind of new phenomenon that came to Narromine.
"Last summer up in Narromine 'twas gettin' rather warm--
Two hundred in the water bag, and lookin' like a storm--
We all were in the private bar, the coolest place in town,
When out across the stretch of plain a cloud came rollin' down,
"We don't respect the clouds up there, they fill us with disgust,
They mostly bring a Bogan shower -- three raindrops and some dust;
But each man, simultaneous-like, to each man said, 'I think
That cloud suggests it's up to us to have another drink!'
"There's clouds of rain and clouds of dust -- we've heard of them before,
And sometimes in the daily press we read of 'clouds of war':
But -- if this ain't the Gospel truth I hope that I may burst--
That cloud that came to Narromine was just a cloud of thirst.
"It wasn't like a common cloud, 'twas more a sort of haze;
It settled down about the streets, and stopped for days and days,
And now a drop of dew could fall and not a sunbeam shine
To pierce that dismal sort of mist that hung on Narromine.
"Oh, Lord! we had a dreadful time beneath that cloud of thirst!
We all chucked up our daily work and went upon the burst.
The very blacks about the town that used to cadge for grub,
They made an organised attack and tried to loot the pub.
"We couldn't leave the private bar no matter how we tried;
Shearers and squatters, union men and blacklegs side by side
Were drinkin' there and dursn't move, for each was sure, he said,
Before he'd get a half a mile the thirst would strike him dead!
"We drank until the drink gave out, we searched from room to room,
And round the pub, like drunken ghosts, went howling through the gloom.
The shearers found some kerosene and settled down again,
But all the squatter chaps and I, we staggered to the train.
"And, once outside the cloud of thirst, we felt as right as pie,
But while we stopped about the town we had to drink or die.
But now I hear it's safe enough, I'm going back to work
Because they say the cloud of thirst has shifted on to Bourke.
"But when you see these clouds about -- like this one over here--
All white and frothy at the top, just like a pint of beer,
It's time to go and have a drink, for if that cloud should burst
You'd find the drink would all be gone, for that's a cloud of thirst!"
We stood the man from Narromine a pint of half-and-half;
He drank it off without a gasp in one tremendous quaff;
"I joined some friends last night," he said, "in what they called a spree;
But after Narromine 'twas just a holiday to me."
And now beyond the Western Range, where sunset skies are red,
And clouds of dust, and clouds of thirst, go drifting overhead,
The railway train is taking back, along the Western Line,
That narrow-minded person on his road to Narromine.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Whale Song
The seas of home
Once teemed with life
But now I drift for miles alone.
I sing but there is no reply-
Have the human’s killed us all?
Am I the last beyond recall?
No, I hear the answering call
Echoing out from miles away
A friendly voice above the storm
From without the depths
The answering songs
are fainter now than ere before.
We live amidst man’s detritus
The heavy metals poison all
Thus our proud line falls.
poem by John F. McCullagh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Beauty In You Boils Like Wine Yet You Are So Divine
You are eternal so is love
Everything is for change but not beauty of my love..
Beauty in you is admired by all
Here i'm as adorable not for all..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty is you that's true
Honey.. it's true mirror never lies you..
I never lie but can lie for you and
For your happiness can die for you..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty is sacred so are you
Beauty is priceless so in you
You are precious but not for the world
Can bet anything to make you my world
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beautiful is you not my life
Your beauty is immortal not my eyes
Oh Mine...
Your beauty is the way to heaven
Show me way to your heart which is next to seven..
Take me the way i am and
make me the way you want..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
You are my love worth to die for
You are my freedom worth to fight for..
I made my guts to compromise
Beauty in you is worth a sacrifice..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
My words can sail but are not for sale
Can sacrifice in love to make you my fairy tale..
This song of mine is only for you my sunshine
I can sing this song specially for you my divine..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
I've signed your name on each dropp of my sweat and
Will dream of you till the last day of my breath..
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine
Beauty in you boils like wine yet you are so divine..
poem by Dr Vinay Sirigere
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It is still not enough for language to have clarity and content... it must also have a goal and an imperative. Otherwise from language we descend to chatter, from chatter to babble and from babble to confusion.
quote by Rene Daumal
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Sea Captain
The merchandise of gold in the land of gold,
The merchandise of silver in the land of silver,
The merchandise of bronze in the land of bronze,
The merchandise of precious stones in the land of stones,
The merchandise of fine linen in the land of thread,
The merchandise of pearls in the land of pearls,
The merchandise of silk in the land of wool,
The merchandise of scarlet in the land of clothes,
The merchandise of ivory in the land of elephants,
The merchandise of scented wood in the land of timber,
The merchandise of brass in the land of metals,
The merchandise of precious wood in the land of trees,
The merchandise of wool in the land of sheep,
And the merchandise of marble in the land of marbles;
For this is the message to the sea captain.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
For All Of Us A Last Sunset
For all of us a last sunset like for all of us there was a first sunrise
A saying that's been around for years that came from someone wise
And every sunset that we see is one nearer to our last
Our biological clocks are ticking on and ticking ever fast
This evening the sun like a huge red ball set behind the western hill
And how many more sunsets for me since time does not stand still
I watched it disappear from view where it set the sky was red
A weather sign in the twilight sky of warmer days ahead
For all of us a last sunset so very very true
No matter what we achieve in life death it will be our due
Even for the greats of human history there was a last sunset
Though they live on in memory since them we don't forget
For all of us a last sunset the facts do never lie
Since like every other form of life we too are born to die.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Spread the Truth!
BRAVE the anger of the wealthy! Scorn their bitter lying spite!
Tell the Truth in simple language, when you know that you are right!
And they’ll read it by the slush-lamps in the station huts at night,
I have seen the People’s triumph in the visions of my dreams;
It as pictured by the campfires down the lonely western streams,
And the teamsters talk about it as they tramp beside their teams.
Write the Truth in simple language, and you shall not write in vain!
Sing a ringing song of freedom, and you’ll hear the same refrain
Where the drovers ride together far across the western plain.
Write of wrongs that you are hating with the grand old burning hate!
For the lonely digger reads it when the western day is late,
And he marks it in the paper he is sending to his mate.
Spread the Truth in simple language when you feel it in your breast!
It will reach the far selections in the wild Australian west,
Where the bushmen yarn together on a sunny day of rest.
O the workers’ new religion spreads beneath the southern skies,
And the bearded fathers read it, for its words are kind and wise,
And the little children listen to the Truth with wondering eyes.
poem by Henry Lawson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fading images [Icoane şterse]
I'm at the window in a pensive mood,
The setting sun intently I behold,
Above it there's a cloud with gray imbued
Whose rims are stitched with rubies and with gold.
The blue of heaven there is in decline;
Queer shapes the cloud in silence does produce...
I'd fix them in the rhythm of a line!
But they're short-lived... Now, turn into a deuce,
Wrapped up in vestments made of silver ore,
Which stands and holds in hand a banner fair.
Now, it's a bear, but, lo, has changed once more,,,
Looks like a priest with tangled burning hair.
I see how lifts his arms above the chest,
But those malicious flames are all around,
A cloud of dust is rising in the west
And gloomy shadows stretch upon the ground.
The holy peace at dusk begins to grow,
How sad the torches glow up in the sky!
And how the moments of my life do flow,
As cold as ice and desolate and dry.
poem by Alexandru Vlahuţă, translated by Octavian Cocoş
Submitted by anonym
Vote! | Copy!
As The Sunset
As the sunset I think to myself why.
As the sunset I sit down and cry.
Wondering why life got to be a lie.
As the sunset I dropp my head.
As the sunset I think about you instead.
How can I go home and get in my bed.
As the sunset I say no.
As the sunset I just don't know.
My love that I have for u just wont go.
As the sunset I look to the sky.
As the sunset I wait to die.
Tell me how to say good-bye.
As the sunset I say a prayer.
As the sunset how can I dare.
I'm giving up, I just don't care.
Sitting by the window watching the sun to set.
Knowing I'm going to see you again,
and you coming back home at the end.
By: Brittany Smith
9/25/08
poem by Brittany Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Psalm 129
Will you trust me in the valley deep?
Will you trust me as you lay down to sleep?
Yes I will trust you despite the pain
Yes I will trust you without any gain
Will you trust me in the depths of the sea?
Will you trust me though we may not agree?
Yes I will trust you in the darkest night
Yes I will trust you when I have no sight
Will you trust me when your lost and alone?
Will you trust me when your far from home?
Yes I will trust you when I have lost my way
Yes I will trust you to bring me back one day
Will you trust me that justice is Mine?
Will you trust me to give you new wine?
Yes I will trust you and turn the cheek
Yes I will trust you, your presence I seek
poem by Frank McEleny
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!