When We Two Parted: by Lord Byron
Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep: Author Unknown
The Rose Remembered: Author Unknown
Untitled: by Savanna L. Haplin
Different Paths: by Tom Barrett
Untitled Poem: by Nanao Sakaki
from, "Ode" by Arthur O'Shaugnessy
New Moon Rising by Libby Martin
When We Two Parted: by Lord Byron
When we two parted,
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss,
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow-
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me-
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:-
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met,-
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit decieve.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?-
With silence and tears.
Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep: Author Unknown
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
The Rose Remembered: Author Unknown
Everytime we part it leaves me trembling,
With memories of things best left forgotten.
I wish I could forget, I think,
But forgetting gives me nothing
But release from pain,
And casts away the gift of a
Passion's winter afternoon.
The day's needs settle deep inside me,
And I will not speak them out,
And every inch of distance kept, a thorn.
But each thorn that I will bear,
Blood though it is;
My fingers fingers curl about the stem of the rose remembered.
Untitled: by Savanna L. Haplin
One last moment, my love,
To savor your sweet lips,
Your pure blue eyes.
One moment before your love disappears
Like the sun as it sets.
One moment so that I may carry your image in my heart,
Forever,
But in this last moment,
Know that as your love for me may be carried away
With the coming of the dawn,
Mine shall be eternal.
Different Paths: by Tom Barrett
Hiking the high cliffs,
My friends clamber over rough stones
Up to the high peak.
I, spotting an unused trail,
Choose a different path.
I've heard, "There are many paths to the summit,"
And I trust that this is one of those.
But this is the lonely way.
This is the slippery trail
And the cold side of the mountain.
I a alone, except for the few footprints
In the knee deep snow.
No one to guide me but unknown strangers
Who ahve trekked this way before.
I begin to wonder,
Have I been a fool?
Have I lost my way?
Is this a true path
Or someway where I should not go?
Climbing higher, the trail is scarce.
Thorny bushes slow the pace.
But I sense that I am closer to my goal.
I reach the peak before my friends,
But I see them coming not far below.
And up ahead, another ridge, a higher peak,
A mountain glowing in the sun.
Untitled Poem: by Nanao Sakaki
If you have time to chatter,
Read books.
If you have time to read,
Walk into mountain, desert and ocean.
If yuo have time to walk,
Sing songs and dance.
If you have time to dance
Sit quietly, you happy, lucky idiot.
from, "Ode" by Arthur O'Shaugnessy
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea breakers
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample a kingdom down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself in our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
New Moon Rising by Libby Martin
Indigo shadows, like veils in the darkness,
Seem to conceal as they float on the breeze;
While in the heavens the new moon is rising:
She watches the clouds whisper down to the trees.
Descending, She takes on a form fully human.
Clothed in the star studded glory She reigns.
Lady of night has returned to the world where
She helps star-crosses lovers escape from their chains.
From their eyes, She is able to rip off the blinders
And show them what loving each other can be.
"A choice you must make 'fore you look to your future-
From ties from the past, do you want to break free?
There's always a choice to make when love calls you.
Towards evil or good, onlt you have the facts.
When you and your lvoer hold hands in Her moonlight
Remember the cost, but don't ever look back.
The future is yours now, to mold as you will
Bringing joy to each other, for this is your life
When summer's sun calls you, its gardens in bloom
New vows you'll be taking as husband and wife.
Don't fear the trials that may come your way as
They'll bring opportunity for you to grow.
In sunlight you're planting a loving new family
In moonlight you're repaing the love that you sow.
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