Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are sealed;
I strove against the stream and all in vain;
Let the great river take me to the main;
No more dear love,
for at a touch I yield.
Just a poem in my journal ... thought I'll share with you... Author unknown.
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Invictus
Invictus
-William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Chai Chen, New Zealand!
...and now...the end is near...and my oydessy ends... I see the black monolith in my study room and I leave the many folds in the stream of life in New Zealand to be back ...
To all my many dear Kiwi buddies, especially E & S, dedicated to you...here's one of my favorite poets, Robert Frost and his famous poem...THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Yes! I will miss all the good times and the wonderful memories...the tears and the laughter...the open skies and the many, many days of coldness and warm sunshine on our faces up in the hills and the mountains...picnics beneath towering casuarinas...trees of avarcadoes, mandarins and kiwi fruit; shrubs of berries, cherries and lemons everywhere...
E... I'm sorry I didn't keep my word after all that you did following my accident... You will be repaid in manifold ways in future!!!
To all my many dear Kiwi buddies, especially E & S, dedicated to you...here's one of my favorite poets, Robert Frost and his famous poem...THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Yes! I will miss all the good times and the wonderful memories...the tears and the laughter...the open skies and the many, many days of coldness and warm sunshine on our faces up in the hills and the mountains...picnics beneath towering casuarinas...trees of avarcadoes, mandarins and kiwi fruit; shrubs of berries, cherries and lemons everywhere...
E... I'm sorry I didn't keep my word after all that you did following my accident... You will be repaid in manifold ways in future!!!
Monday, December 31, 2007
What Magic is Thine?
When I was a 7-year-old kid, I used to frequently furtively open my favorite sister's ladies' magazines from England. I didn't go for the saucy articles or glossy glamorous pictures of course being that young... I went for the Patience Worth poetic page. This was actually a small framed poem of hers that was inserted on a weekly basis in the magazine.
Thankfully, some of these poems were fortunately cut out by me later at an older age when I came across a few of my sister's cast away magazines.
Here is one of my Patience Worth-the woman who contacted the dead to write heart-warming poems- favorites. It is dedicated to all buddies everywhere, especially to all of you great readers who come by to pay a visit. Thank you for a memorable year and even though this blog is less than half a year old, I appreciate your support, views and comments.
May we have many more years ahead together ... and may we all live in interesting times (This is the ancient Chinese insult to our enemies actually-haha)!
What Magic is Thine
What magic is thine, beloved?
Lo, had the day become a worn thing
And the vessels of office trinkets
Of memory. What magic is thine?
Beneath the spell of thy voice have I
Walked upon the sands of morning
Which embrace Day, and found new toys
Awaiting me, new music in the waters,
New songs in the air, new peace
In the quietude, new simplicity
In confusion. Each morrow is exultant
And I expectant. I am comrade
With all days, no longer woeful
O'er yesterdays or fretful o'er tomorrows
Save in anticipation of new joys!
What magic is thine, beloved?
It is as though I had come fresh
From the conflict with bloody head,
With bruised hands and heavy feet,
With mine armour oppressing me---
It is as though I had come to thy side,
And felt thy gentle touch upon my brow,
Watched thy slender hands unthong
My coat of mail, and weary,
Dropped my head upon thy breast, secure
In the serenity of thy voice.
Thankfully, some of these poems were fortunately cut out by me later at an older age when I came across a few of my sister's cast away magazines.
Here is one of my Patience Worth-the woman who contacted the dead to write heart-warming poems- favorites. It is dedicated to all buddies everywhere, especially to all of you great readers who come by to pay a visit. Thank you for a memorable year and even though this blog is less than half a year old, I appreciate your support, views and comments.
May we have many more years ahead together ... and may we all live in interesting times (This is the ancient Chinese insult to our enemies actually-haha)!
What Magic is Thine
What magic is thine, beloved?
Lo, had the day become a worn thing
And the vessels of office trinkets
Of memory. What magic is thine?
Beneath the spell of thy voice have I
Walked upon the sands of morning
Which embrace Day, and found new toys
Awaiting me, new music in the waters,
New songs in the air, new peace
In the quietude, new simplicity
In confusion. Each morrow is exultant
And I expectant. I am comrade
With all days, no longer woeful
O'er yesterdays or fretful o'er tomorrows
Save in anticipation of new joys!
What magic is thine, beloved?
It is as though I had come fresh
From the conflict with bloody head,
With bruised hands and heavy feet,
With mine armour oppressing me---
It is as though I had come to thy side,
And felt thy gentle touch upon my brow,
Watched thy slender hands unthong
My coat of mail, and weary,
Dropped my head upon thy breast, secure
In the serenity of thy voice.
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