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Showing posts with label poets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poets. Show all posts

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Travel to the place...


















Travel to the place
Where mind set to peace,
No one can see,
Feel us free.

Travel to the place
Where we can breathe,
Fill our desire,
We wish; we aspire.

Travel to the place
Where we have silence,
Flower of fragrance,
And nature to admire.

Travel to the place
Where we can write,
Lines of rhyme,
At any time.

Travel to the place
Where we have enough space,
Work without race,
No tension on face.

Travel to the place
Where we can dance,
Sing at glance,
Bit of time to romance.

Travel to the place
Where we spread love,
Freedom to serve
And land to move.

Travel to the place
Where we can live,
Of joy and sprinkle its grace,
And do anything, anywhere.





Friday, October 19, 2012

The Weight On Your Shoulders


















I know of your strength
It's part of my life
It's held me together
on many a night

Clothed in your courage
Cloaked by your drive
Confronting each day
Never failing to strive

But there are times when-
no matter the power you wear-
troubles surround you,
bringing despair

The weight of the world
lies heavy, oppressed
even on shoulders
so stoutly dressed

So give me your burden
to carry awhile
I'll wield it, contented
in seeing you smile

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Our Hold On The Planet

Many days, when I'm catching up on the news and it all seems to be bad news, I remember the words of this Robert Frost poem for comfort.


















Our Hold On The Planet

We asked for rain.  It didn't flash and roar.
It didn't lose its temper at our demand.
And blow a gale.  It didn't misunderstand
And give us more than our spokesman bargained for;
And just because we owned to a wish for rain,
Send us a flood and bid us be damned and drown.
It gently threw us a glittering shower down.
And when we had taken that into the roots of grain,
It threw us another and then another still
Till the spongy soil again was natal wet.
We may doubt the just proportion of good to ill.
There is much in nature against us.  But we forget:
Take nature altogether since time began,
Including human nature, in peace and war,
And it must be a little more in favor of man,
Say a fraction of one per cent at the very least,
Or our number living wouldn't be steadily more,
Our hold on the planet wouldn't have so increased. 


(Photo courtesy of Greenzer.com)

Monday, May 21, 2012

Robin Gibb, Poet



Yesterday, May 20, 2012, the world lost a great and prolific poet in Robin Hugh Gibb.  On his own, and in collaboration with brothers Maurice and Barry as the Bee Gees, Robin created some of the most beautiful and memorable songs of all time. While the music and beats are unforgettable, I always found the words even more so--as poetic as anything I've ever read by the world's greatest acknowledged poets.  In tribute to Robin, here are the words to two of my favorites.

 

Words

Smile an everlasting smile
a smile can bring you
near to me
Don't ever let me find you gone
'cause that would
bring a tear to me


This world has lost its glory
let's start a brand
new story now, my love
Right now, there'll be no other time
and I can show you how, my love

Talk in everlasting words
and dedicate them all to me
And I will give you all my life
I'm here if you should call to me
You think that I don't even
mean a single word I say

It's only words
and words are all I have
to take your heart away

Living Eyes

Would you believe me if I told you your tomorrow is my yesterday
But be alive
I know that we will
The world keeps on moving but I'm holdin' still

In the beginning I was far away and praying for my destiny
That would arrive
The moment you're born
For we will be here when the miracle comes

Living Eyes,when under the sun don't cry
No war in my mind
The state of my heart
Living eyes, when out in the rain will fall
The day I deny the face of my love

We are of age, we are in time
We are forever
Right now when the power is mine
I leave you heaven and the earth
I leave you never
And living to love is the reason we shine

When I been over I been under
I don't own a dream to analyze
But living eyes you know that I do
believe in the soul and the magic of you

Living eyes, when under the sun don't cry
No war in my mind
The state of my heart
Living eyes, when out in the rain will fall
The day I deny the face of my love

We are of age,we are in time
We are forever
Right now when the power is mine
I leave you heaven and the earth
I leave you never
And living to love is the reason we shine

Living eyes
When under the sun don't cry
No war in my mind
The state of my heart
Living eyes...

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Night Vigil




The sun's light fades, grows weak and dim
as evening slowly falls
Radiant stars come wandering in
to peek through dusk's misty gauze


Bright full moon then marches forth
with smiling, twinkling face,
and parts the luminescent veil
to take his rightful place


As through the night, they stand their guard
these patient stars and moon
Then, at dawn, they greet the sun
as he relieves night's gloom


(Photo is 'Foggy Moon at Midnight' by James Jones)

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Edgar Allan Poe: The Raven



It was on January 29, 1845 that 'The Raven', by Edgar Allan Poe, was published for the first time in the New York Evening Mirror. In honor of the anniversary I was going to post the poem, but then I discovered that so many actors with outstanding voices have read The Raven. So I thought why not post a reading of it instead. If you search for it at Youtube, you'll find that Christopher Walken, James Earl Jones, Christopher Lee and other have done it, but I couldn't resist the Vincent Price version. I've always loved Price's voice! Hope you enjoy it.


(Thanks to pangea7777 at Youtube for the video)

Thursday, January 19, 2012

I Carry Your Heart With Me


(e.e. cummings)


i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
                                  i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)



[When I'm going to be away for awhile, I post a few of my favorite poems in advance.  I only recently started reading e.e. cummings' poetry.  This is one of my favorites so far. ]






Monday, January 9, 2012

Inevitable Road


Georgia's frigid winter rain
falling down upon my head,
it's cold overwhelmed
by my heart's silent dread
You made a promise you'd be home
by January's cold last light
That was hours ago
Still, you're nowhere in sight

We smiled and waved as you left
late night December 28th
We knew you'd be back
We took it on faith
It's part of life with you,
all the coming and going,
but it's not always easy
to love you not knowing

You follow the road
wherever it leads,
while we're left behind
with all of our needs
It's enough just to know
you're out there somewhere,
and thinking of us,
to know that you care

So we keep our vigil
We hold down the fort
We wait patiently
'til your ship comes to port
The choice was made for us
an aeon ago,
but we'd make no other
knowing all that we know

So our candle burns
as we patiently wait
'til the curve in your road
brings you back to our gate



Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Innocence Blinded

Innocence
unseeing
her vision taken
by Seduction's blinding glare
could only stand
helpless
frozen
turning slowly to stone
in a world
which now denied
Her very existence

Monday, August 8, 2011

Ending


Leaves of our humanity
fall silent on the ground
mark the end of man's existence
with not a single sound

We go without a protest
consumed by crippling fright
fading to obscurity
as day dissolves to night

A ripple in the pond of earth
a mere moment in time.
Our shortcomings are many
complacency our crime

Vital lessons never learned
our arrogance supreme
compassion's depths were never plumbed
humility ungleaned

As each leaf falls to quiet death
lies broken in the mass
Rain down a tear for all mankind
his time and chances past

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Favorite Poems: There Are Men Too Gentle To Live Among Wolves

There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who prey upon them with IBM eyes
And sell their hearts and guts for martinis at noon.
There are men too gentle for a savage world
Who dream instead of snow and children and Halloween
And wonder if the leaves will change their color soon.

There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who anoint them for burial with greedy claws
And murder them for a merchant’s profit and gain.
There are men too gentle for a corporate world
Who dream instead of Easter eggs and fragrant grass
And pause to hear the distant whistle of a train
.

There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who devour them with appetite and search
For other men to prey upon and suck their childhood dry.
There are men too gentle for an accountant’s world
Who dream instead of Easter eggs and fragrant grass
And search for beauty in the mystery of the sky
.

There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who toss them like a lost and wounded dove
Such gentle men are lonely in a merchant’s world
Unless they have a gentle one to love
.

James Kavanaugh


This is one of a few posts of favorite poems that I've timed to go up while I'm on vacation.   This poem became a favorite for me because it describes today's world so well.  A world so focused on the power of the almighty dollar--the merchant's world.  Where every holiday, every event, even every emotion, has been turned into a way to make a profit.  Where every one of those "too gentle" men is a gift and an inspiration.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

New Music From My Favorite Poet, Russell Crowe

My favorite poet (and the inspiration for this blog's name),  Russell Crowe, is at long last releasing new music. 

"Wait a minute," you say. "You just said he was releasing new music, but he's your favorite poet?  And isn't Russell Crowe an actor anyway?"

Yes.  And yes.  He's an actor, a musician, a poet, a National Rugby League team owner (South Sydney Rabbitohs); the list goes on and on.  I'll try to keep this on the subject of poetry and music, though, since poetry is (supposedly) the focus of this blog.

Several years ago I discovered Russell Crowe's music, totally by accident, on Youtube.  He'd been my favorite actor for several years before that and, at the time, I was just looking up clips of his movies when I came across a video of a song called Testify.  (See the video here.)  I was mesmerised.  He could sing too? 

Intrigued, I looked up more videos of his music.  After watching several and being engrossed in the sincerity and emotion I could hear, I did a bit of further research.  Turned out he'd written most of the songs himself , either alone or in collaboration with a few others, most often his friend Alan Doyle, lead singer of the Canadian folk-rock band Great Big Sea. (more great music and lyrics you should check out)

As I read the lyrics of those songs, I was touched by the imagery in them as well as the pure emotion, the depth that I could feel from them.  You know that feeling when something quite apart from yourself--something you're seeing, touching, hearing for the very first time--literally speaks to you?  It can happen with almost anything--a book, a song, a movie.  A scent in the air, the touch of a breeze, the sound of a child breathing.

This was the sensation I felt as I read those words.  The same sort of feelings I'd had hearing the songs, but...more somehow.  As though the person who'd written them had somehow pulled the thoughts from my mind and the emotions from my heart and had put them into words.  I first discovered poetry at the age of 12 and, from the beginning, I loved it.  I've read Keats, Tennyson, Browning, Shakespeare.  Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath, James Kavanaugh, Charles Bukowski--the list goes on and on--and I've always had favorite poets and particular poems that stirred feelings in me.

It was in reading the lyrics of songs like Other Ways of Speaking, Never Be Alone Again, Land of the Second Chance, Raewyn--again, the list goes on and on--that I felt as though someone I'd never met was speaking his own mind and heart to me more clearly and distinctly than anyone I'd ever met face to face.  Those words and the way they were written have moved me and inspired me time and time again since then. 

That's how a true poet makes you feel and that's when I began to respond to the question of   'Who is your favorite poet?' with the name Russell Crowe.  The responses to it are varied.  I get questioning looks, blank looks, smirks, hidden grins and, my favorite, the 'She's lost it' look.  None of it matters.  It doesn't change what the words say and how they speak to me.

So...  That was a long and roundabout way of getting to the matter of Russell Crowe's new songs.  Since I first discovered his music and poetry, Russell Crowe the actor has kept me and many others entertained with fairly regular movies, but Russell Crowe the musician and poet has been a bit on the silent side.  That will come to an end on August 2nd with the release of  The Crowe/Doyle Songbook Vol. III on iTunes.  On August 9th, it will be available on Amazon, eMusic, Rhapsody, Spotify and other music sites.  Wherever you get your music, give it a try.  You won't be sorry and you'll probably end up as a fan.

You can hear samples of the tracks right now at Amazon: The Crowe/Doyle Songbook Vol. III  and you can hear the full song Too Far Gone at SoundCloud: Russell Crowe and Alan Doyle-Too Far Gone.  It's a beautiful collaboration between Russell and his wife, singer Danielle Spencer.

Here are some of those touching lyrics that I always love so much, borrowed from Mary Murphy at her Russell Crowe News site on Murphs Place.  I hope the poetry touches you even half as much as it does me.  Thank you once again, Russell Crowe and Alan Doyle for the music and inspiration.

Too Far Gone (To Be Saved)
Crowe/Doyle



I am drowning
 not waving
here in the darkness
I'll find my peace

You'll try to save me
but you are suspended
Beneath the surface
In way too deep

Chorus

And your fingers tear at my skin
Release the blood let the feeding begin
Your intentions will never be blamed
We're both too far gone, to be saved

When times were simple
And the journey clearer
Before the circles
And deja vu

Before all the bombs fell
And we lived in craters
Before all the sharks came
And had their fill

Chorus

Bridge

I should have spared you
And you might have warned me
The glory is fleeting for birds in flight

Now I'm sinking
 weighed down by regrets
I see clearly in this dying light

I am drowning
 not waving
Will you just love me
It's not too late

Here in the darkness
No-one can judge us
Kiss me completely
And seal our fate

Chorus

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Happy Birthday, Robert Frost





Robert Frost, born March 26, 1874,  has long been one of my most-loved poets.  One of my favorite things about his poems, other than the style, is the realism I've always seem in them.  The scenes and situations Frost chronicled always appeared very clearly in my mind, making me feel as though I were there.  

When I read "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening", I can see the dark trunks and branches of the trees and the white of the snow against them, as well as feel the cold pressing around me.  That poem and "The Road Not Taken" were my introductions to Frost in a middle school English class, but the following poem is the one I love best.  My own poems tend to be full of questions and in this one verse, to me, Frost asks one of the ultimate questions.


A Question

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.