tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18677769.post-22090930622990963572008-02-20T02:40:00.000-08:002008-02-20T02:43:54.579-08:00<strong>My Voice</strong> by Oscar Wilde<br />Within this restless, hurried, modern world<br />We took our hearts' full pleasure - You and I,<br />And now the white sails of our ship are furled,<br />And spent the lading of our argosy.<br /><br />Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,<br />For very weeping is my gladness fled,<br />Sorrow has paled my young mouth's vermilion,<br />And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.<br /><br />But all this crowded life has been to thee<br />No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell<br />Of viols, or the music of the sea<br />That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Sometimes...</strong><br />by Meena<br />Sometimes I imagine...<br /><br />Happily sailing through life<br />you and me walking hand in hand<br />able to face each problem and strife<br />experiencing a love that understands<br /><br />Where I can rest all my anxiety<br />in your comforting arms<br />conquer every goal and see victory<br />and not come across despair or harm<br /><br />Sometimes I wonder...<br /><br />If you think about me<br />and share the same feeling<br />or am I just a quiet breeze<br />that comes and goes not affecting<br /><br />Do you desire the same love<br />which echoes within my heart<br />thoughts of me do you just shove<br />and let my memories depart<br /><br />Sometimes I just wish...<br /><br />To be lost in you and in your passion<br />bathe in your tenderness and rejoice<br />to drown in the sea of your affection<br />and float in bliss listening to your voice<br /><br />Sometimes I miss you and want you here<br />wishing for much more wishing for you<br />will you come to know or ever come near<br />and hold this heart of mine that longs for you..<br /><br /><br /><strong>Metaphors</strong> by Sylvia Plath<br />I'm a riddle in nine syllables,<br />An elephant, a ponderous house,<br />A melon strolling on two tendrils.<br />O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!<br />This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.<br />Money's new-minted in this fat purse.<br />I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.<br />I've eaten a bag of green apples,<br />Boarded the train there's no getting off.<br /><br /><br /><strong>I'm Nobody! Who are you?</strong> by Emily Dickinson<br />I'm Nobody! Who are you?<br />Are you -- Nobody -- Too?<br />Then there's a pair of us!<br />Don't tell! they'd advertise -- you know!<br /><br />How dreary -- to be -- Somebody!<br />How public -- like a Frog --<br />To tell one's name -- the livelong June --<br />To an admiring Bog!<br /><br /><br /><strong>My life closed twice before its close</strong> -- by Emily Dickinson<br />My life closed twice before its close --<br />It yet remains to see<br />If Immortality unveil<br />A third event to me<br /><br />So huge, so hopeless to conceive<br />As these that twice befell.<br />Parting is all we know of heaven,<br />And all we need of hell.Jiggsatworkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17696760478092380265noreply@blogger.com