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    Post a poem

    I, Too


    I, too, sing America.

    I am the darker brother.
    They send me to eat in the kitchen
    When company comes,
    But I laugh,
    And eat well,
    And grow strong.

    Tomorrow,
    I'll be at the table
    When company comes.
    Nobody'll dare
    Say to me,
    "Eat in the kitchen,"
    Then.

    Besides,
    They'll see how beautiful I am
    And be ashamed--

    I, too, am America.

    Langston Hughes

    One I like.

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    Phobias are for irrational fears. Fear of junk ripping badgers is perfectly rational. Those things are nasty.

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    [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kc_iWPnjtCI"]YouTube - Monty Python: Scottish Poet McTeagle[/ame]
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    Quote Originally Posted by colorider View Post
    Phobias are for irrational fears. Fear of junk ripping badgers is perfectly rational. Those things are nasty.

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    Probably my favorite:

    http://www.bartleby.com/201/1.html

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    thank you

    i would like to know you
    but there is something in the way
    and the obstacle is me
    not knowing my self so well
    as we are moving through this maze
    i am trying to reach the best in you but it's so hard
    my hands are getting lighter
    but the worst in me has put up its guard
    it keeps fighting and it keeps resisting
    but it's getting week
    because your beauty and your strength
    are putting it to sleep
    so I wanna thank you
    for putting up the fight
    without you I would vanish into the night


    I wrote this one a few years ago.

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    The pennycandystore beyond the El
    is where I first
    fell in love
    with unreality
    Jellybeans glowed in the semi-gloom
    of that september afternoon
    A cat upon the counter moved among
    the licorice sticks
    and tootsie rolls
    and Oh Boy Gum

    Outside the leaves were falling as they died

    A wind had blown away the sun

    A girl ran in
    Her hair was rainy
    Her breasts were breathless in the little room

    Outside the leaves were falling
    and they cried
    Too soon! too soon!
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    Come live with me and be my Love,
    And we will all the pleasures prove
    That hills and valleys, dale and field,
    And all the craggy mountains yield.

    There will we sit upon the rocks
    And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
    By shallow rivers, to whose falls
    Melodious birds sing madrigals.

    There will I make thee beds of roses
    And a thousand fragrant posies,
    A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
    Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

    A gown made of the finest wool
    Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
    Fair linčd slippers for the cold,
    With buckles of the purest gold.

    A belt of straw and ivy buds
    With coral clasps and amber studs:
    And if these pleasures may thee move,
    Come live with me and be my Love.

    Thy silver dishes for thy meat
    As precious as the gods do eat,
    Shall on an ivory table be
    Prepared each day for thee and me.

    The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
    For thy delight each May-morning:
    If these delights thy mind may move,
    Then live with me and be my Love.
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    As I was walking all alane,
    I heard twa corbies making a mane;
    The tane unto the t'other say,
    'Where sall we gang and dine to-day,


    'In behint yon auld fail ****,
    I wot there lies a new slain knight;
    And naebody kens that he lies there,
    But his hawk, his honnd, and lady fair,


    'His hound is to the hunting gane,
    His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
    His lady 'a ta'en another mate,
    So we may mak our dinner sweet,


    'Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
    And I'll pike out his bonny blue een;
    Wi ae lock o his gowden hair
    We'll theek our nest when it grows bare,


    'Mony a one for him makes mane,
    But nane sall ken where he is gane;
    Oer his white banes, when they are bare,
    The wind sail blaw for evennair,
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    Quote Originally Posted by Ralph Waldo Emerson
    What is Success?

    To laugh often and much;

    To win the respect of intelligent people
    and the affection of children;

    To earn the appreciation of honest critics
    and endure the betrayal of false friends;

    To appreciate beauty;
    To find the best in others;

    To leave the world a bit better, whether by
    a healthy child, a garden patch
    or a redeemed social condition;

    To know even one life has breathed
    easier because you have lived;

    This is to have succeeded.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson
    My life goals.

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    Kentucky bourbon,
    that's what I need most in life.
    (apart from haiku)

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    I just finished reading Lord of the Rings for the second time. Frodo sings this on his final journey to the Grey Havens.

    Question for Tolkien fans: Are the Grey Havens a medaphore for the afterlife or a physical place?

    Still round the corner there may wait
    A new road or a secret gate;
    And though I oft have passed them by,
    A day will come at last when I
    Shall take the hidden paths that run
    West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
    Ride or Die

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    English translation of the above poem


    My Final Farewell

    Farewell, dear Fatherland, clime of the sun caress'd
    Pearl of the Orient seas, our Eden lost!,
    Gladly now I go to give thee this faded life's best,
    And were it brighter, fresher, or more blest
    Still would I give it thee, nor count the cost.

    On the field of battle, 'mid the frenzy of fight,
    Others have given their lives, without doubt or heed;
    The place matters not-cypress or laurel or lily white,
    Scaffold or open plain, combat or martyrdom's plight,
    T is ever the same, to serve our home and country's need.

    I die just when I see the dawn break,
    Through the gloom of night, to herald the day;
    And if color is lacking my blood thou shalt take,
    Pour'd out at need for thy dear sake
    To dye with its crimson the waking ray.

    My dreams, when life first opened to me,
    My dreams, when the hopes of youth beat high,
    Were to see thy lov'd face, O gem of the Orient sea
    From gloom and grief, from care and sorrow free;
    No blush on thy brow, no tear in thine eye.

    Dream of my life, my living and burning desire,
    All hail ! cries the soul that is now to take flight;
    All hail ! And sweet it is for thee to expire ;
    To die for thy sake, that thou mayst aspire;
    And sleep in thy bosom eternity's long night.

    If over my grave some day thou seest grow,
    In the grassy sod, a humble flower,
    Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so,
    While I may feel on my brow in the cold tomb below
    The touch of thy tenderness, thy breath's warm power.

    Let the moon beam over me soft and serene,
    Let the dawn shed over me its radiant flashes,
    Let the wind with sad lament over me keen ;
    And if on my cross a bird should be seen,
    Let it trill there its hymn of peace to my ashes.
    Let the sun draw the vapors up to the sky,
    And heavenward in purity bear my tardy protest
    Let some kind soul o 'er my untimely fate sigh,
    And in the still evening a prayer be lifted on high
    From thee, 0 my country, that in God I may rest.

    Pray for all those that hapless have died,
    For all who have suffered the unmeasur'd pain;
    For our mothers that bitterly their woes have cried,
    For widows and orphans, for captives by torture tried
    And then for thyself that redemption thou mayst gain.

    And when the dark night wraps the graveyard around
    With only the dead in their vigil to see
    Break not my repose or the mystery profound
    And perchance thou mayst hear a sad hymn resound
    'T is I, O my country, raising a song unto thee.

    And even my grave is remembered no more
    Unmark'd by never a cross nor a stone
    Let the plow sweep through it, the spade turn it o'er
    That my ashes may carpet earthly floor,
    Before into nothingness at last they are blown.

    Then will oblivion bring to me no care
    As over thy vales and plains I sweep;
    Throbbing and cleansed in thy space and air
    With color and light, with song and lament I fare,
    Ever repeating the faith that I keep.

    My Fatherland ador'd, that sadness to my sorrow lends
    Beloved Filipinas, hear now my last good-by!
    I give thee all: parents and kindred and friends
    For I go where no slave before the oppressor bends,
    Where faith can never kill, and God reigns e'er on high!

    Farewell to you all, from my soul torn away,
    Friends of my childhood in the home dispossessed !
    Give thanks that I rest from the wearisome day !
    Farewell to thee, too, sweet friend that lightened my way;
    Beloved creatures all, farewell! In death there is rest!


    (This is the 1911 translation by Charles Derbyshire of the Spanish original of José Rizal's poem, Mi Ultimo Adiós)
    I like.

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