Administrators Eric Posted December 31, 2022 Administrators Share Posted December 31, 2022 Post your favorite poems. and… Go! Alone - Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view— 2 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Administrators Eric Posted December 31, 2022 Author Administrators Share Posted December 31, 2022 An Irish Airman Foresees His Death - William Butler Yeats I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Administrators Eric Posted December 31, 2022 Author Administrators Share Posted December 31, 2022 In The Desert - Stephen Crane In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, “Is it good, friend?” “It is bitter—bitter,” he answered; “But I like it “Because it is bitter, “And because it is my heart.” 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Administrators Eric Posted December 31, 2022 Author Administrators Share Posted December 31, 2022 Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. 2 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
railfancwb Posted December 31, 2022 Share Posted December 31, 2022 “Alone Again (Naturally)" In a little while from now If I'm not feeling any less sour I promise myself to treat myself And visit a nearby tower And climbing to the top Will throw myself off In an effort to make clear to whomever What it's like when you're shattered Left standing in the lurch At a church where people saying My God, that's tough, she stood him up No point in us remaining We may as well go home As I did on my own Alone again, naturally To think that only yesterday I was cheerful, bright and gay Looking forward to, well, who wouldn't do The role I was about to play But as if to knock me down Reality came around And without so much as a mere touch Cut me into little pieces Leaving me to doubt Talk about God in His mercy Who, if He really does exist Why did He desert me? And in my hour of need I truly am, indeed Alone again, naturally It seems to me that there are more hearts Broken in the world that can't be mended Left unattended What do we do? What do we do? Alone again, naturally Now, looking back over the years And whatever else that appears I remember I cried when my father died Never wishing to hide the tears And at sixty-five years old My mother, God rest her soul Couldn't understand why the only man She had ever loved had been taken Leaving her to start With a heart so badly broken Despite encouragement from me No words were ever spoken And when she passed away I cried and cried all day Alone again, naturally Alone again, naturally 3 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted December 31, 2022 Share Posted December 31, 2022 When I die, I hope I go to Heaven. But I don't know if they let cowboys in. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
railfancwb Posted December 31, 2022 Share Posted December 31, 2022 Will Rogers and others have famously said “If my dogs [or cats] don’t go to heaven I want to go where they go.” No doubt equally true for horse people and their horses. 1 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted December 31, 2022 Share Posted December 31, 2022 I couldn't tell if the bells were getting louder The songs they ring I finally recognize I only know that Hell is getting hotter The Devil's getting smarter all the time And it would be nice to walk upon the water To talk again to angels on my side 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Huaco Kid Posted December 31, 2022 Share Posted December 31, 2022 "How did he die?" "The way I hope I do." 2 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
railfancwb Posted December 31, 2022 Share Posted December 31, 2022 “We All Sleep Alone" a hit for Cher Somebody, somewhere turns off the lights Somebody all alone faces the night You got to be strong when you're out on your own 'Cause sooner or later we all sleep alone Nobody, nowhere holds the key to your heart When love's a possession, it'll tear you apart You may have lovers wherever you roam But sooner or later, oh, we all sleep alone Oh, the young and the young at heart waits But the wait never ends in the soul When you feel like it's all blown away Independence has come and into the night I go Don't make no promises that I can't keep I won't be no prisoner of somebody's needs You may have lovers wherever you roam But sooner or later, ooh, we all sleep alone Ooh, we all sleep alone Yeah, yeah, we all sleep alone, yeah And I know, and I know how you feel What you're thinkin', what you're saying to me 'Cause we all sleep alone, yes, we all sleep alone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
janice6 Posted January 2, 2023 Share Posted January 2, 2023 On 12/31/2022 at 6:03 AM, railfancwb said: “Alone Again (Naturally)" In a little while from now If I'm not feeling any less sour I promise myself to treat myself And visit a nearby tower And climbing to the top Will throw myself off In an effort to make clear to whomever What it's like when you're shattered Left standing in the lurch At a church where people saying My God, that's tough, she stood him up No point in us remaining We may as well go home As I did on my own Alone again, naturally To think that only yesterday I was cheerful, bright and gay Looking forward to, well, who wouldn't do The role I was about to play But as if to knock me down Reality came around And without so much as a mere touch Cut me into little pieces Leaving me to doubt Talk about God in His mercy Who, if He really does exist Why did He desert me? And in my hour of need I truly am, indeed Alone again, naturally It seems to me that there are more hearts Broken in the world that can't be mended Left unattended What do we do? What do we do? Alone again, naturally Now, looking back over the years And whatever else that appears I remember I cried when my father died Never wishing to hide the tears And at sixty-five years old My mother, God rest her soul Couldn't understand why the only man She had ever loved had been taken Leaving her to start With a heart so badly broken Despite encouragement from me No words were ever spoken And when she passed away I cried and cried all day Alone again, naturally Alone again, naturally She's a missionary for loneliness. Happens when you don't know what's important in life. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyzz Kydd Posted January 2, 2023 Share Posted January 2, 2023 Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say Home, home again I like to be here when I can And when I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells 1 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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railfancwb Posted January 21, 2023 Share Posted January 21, 2023 Same Old Lang Syne Dan Fogelberg EXPLICIT Met my old lover in the grocery store The snow was falling Christmas Eve I stole behind her in the frozen foods And I touched her on the sleeve She didn't recognize the face at first But then her eyes flew open wide She went to hug me, and she spilled her purse And we laughed until we cried We took her groceries to the checkout stand The food was totaled up and bagged We stood there lost in our embarrassment As the conversation dragged Went to have ourselves a drink or two But couldn't find an open bar We bought a six-pack at the liquor store And we drank it in her car We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to now And tried to reach beyond the emptiness But neither one knew how She said she'd married her an architect Who kept her warm and safe and dry She would've liked to say she loved the man But she didn't like to lie I said the years had been a friend to her And that her eyes were still as blue But in those eyes, I wasn't sure if I Saw doubt or gratitude She said she saw me in the record stores And that I must be doing well I said, "The audience was heavenly But the traveling was hell" We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to now And tried to reach beyond the emptiness But neither one knew how We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to time Reliving in our eloquence Another auld lang syne The beer was empty, and our tongues were tired And running out of things to say She gave a kiss to me as I got out And I watched her drive away Just for a moment, I was back at school And felt that old familiar pain And as I turned to make my way back home The snow turned into rain 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
railfancwb Posted January 21, 2023 Share Posted January 21, 2023 Is this about “Alone”? Maybe, maybe not. Old Lang Syne - welcoming the New Year closing the old Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot and old lang syne? [Chorus - this part repeats after every verse] For auld lang syne, my dear for auld lang syne we'll take a cup of kindness yet for auld lang syne. And surely you'll buy your pint cup and surely I'll buy mine And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet for auld lang syne. We two have run about the slopes and picked the daisies fine; But we've wandered many a weary foot since auld lang syne. We two have paddled in the stream from morning sun till dine But seas between us broad have roared since auld lang syne. And there's a hand my trusty friend And give me a hand o' thine And we'll take a right goodwill draught for auld lang syne 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
railfancwb Posted January 21, 2023 Share Posted January 21, 2023 Or maybe this is about “Alone”… Those Were the Days Mary Hopkin Once upon a time there was a tavern Where we used to raise a glass or two Remember how we laughed away the hours Think of all the great things we would do Those were the days, my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose we'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way Then the busy years went rushing by us We lost our starry notions on the way If by chance I'd see you in the tavern We'd smile at one another and we'd say Those were the days, my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose we'd fight and never lose Those were the days Oh yes, those were the days Just tonight I stood before the tavern Nothing seemed the way it used to be In the glass I saw a strange reflection Was that lonely woman really me? Those were the days, my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose we'd fight and never lose Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days Through the door there came familiar laughter I saw your face and heard you call my name Oh my friend we're older but no wiser 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Administrators Eric Posted January 21, 2023 Author Administrators Share Posted January 21, 2023 Walking in the silence The silence in my heart, it seems I've walked these roads forever Feel the silence scream Echoes in the dusty halls Tainted rooms And musty walls Echoes in my mind and heart I've seen the silence cry Walking in the morning rain I hear a desperate cry The struggle of a tired soul To give silent reply Searching darkness For a gate To find relief It's not to late To seek a passage To a fate Where pain will cry no more ... Eric Powell 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
El Spicoli Posted January 22, 2023 Share Posted January 22, 2023 All by myself, don't wanna be all by myself anymore. I am gonna be dancing with myself, oh woh dancing with myself, as I am sleeping single in a double bed. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gwalchmai Posted January 22, 2023 Share Posted January 22, 2023 I'm often alone, but rarely lonely. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Prescott Posted January 23, 2023 Share Posted January 23, 2023 The Skater of Ghost Lake by William Rose Benet Ghost Lake's a dark lake, a deep lake and cold: Ice black as ebony, frostily scrolled; Far in its shadows a faint sound whirs; Steep stand the sentineled deep, dark firs. A brisk sound, a swift sound, a ring-tinkle-ring; Flit-flit,--a shadow with a stoop and a swing, Flies from the shadow through the crackling cold. Ghost Lake's a deep lake, a dark lake and old! Leaning and leaning with a stride and a stride, hands locked behind him, scarf blowing wide, Jeremy Randall skates, skates late, Star for a candle, moon for a mate. Black is the clear glass now that he glides, Crisp is the whisper of long lean strides, Swift is his swaying - but pricked ears hark. None comes to Ghost Lake late after dark! Cecily only--yes it is she! Stealing to Ghost Lake, tree after tree, Kneeling in snow by the still lake side, Rising with feet winged, gleaming, to glide. Dust of the ice swirls. Here is his hand. Brilliant his eyes burn. Now, as was planned, Arm across arm twined, laced to his side, Out on the dark lake lightly they glide. Dance of the dim moon, a rhythmical reel, A swaying, a swift tune--skurr of the steel; Moon for a candle, maid for a mate, Jeremy Randall skates, skates late. Black as if lacquered the wide lake lies; Breath as a frost-fume, eyes seek eyes; Souls are a sword edge tasting the cold. Ghost Lake's a deep lake, a dark lake and old!F Far in the shadows hear faintly begin Like a string pluck-plucked of a violin, Muffled in mist on the lake's far bound, Swifter and swifter, a low singing sound! Far in the shadows and faint on the verge Of blue cloudy moonlight, see it emerge, Flit-flit,--a phantom, with a stoop and a swing . . . Ah, it's a night bird burdened of wing! Pressed close to Jeremy, laced to his side, Cecily Culver, dizzy you glide. Jeremy Randall sweepingly veers Out on the dark ice far from the piers. "Jeremy!" "Sweetheart?" "What do you fear?" "Nothing my darling,--nothing is here!" "Jeremy!" "Sweetheart?" "What do you flee?" "Something--I know not; something I see!" Swayed to a swift stride, brisker of pace, Leaning and leaning, they race and they race; Ever that whirring, that crisp sound thin Like a string pluck-plucked of a violin; Ever that swifter and low singing sound Sweeping behind them, winding them round; Gasp of their breath now that chill flakes fret; Ice black as ebony--blacker--like jet! Ice shooting fangs forth--sudden--like spears; Crackling of lightning--a roar in their ears! Shadowy, a phantom swerves off its prey . . . No, it's a night bird flit-flits away! Low-winging moth-owl, home to your sleep! Ghost Lake's a still lake, a cold lake and deep. Faint in its shadows a far sound whirs. Black stand the ranks of its sentineled firs. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Administrators Eric Posted January 23, 2023 Author Administrators Share Posted January 23, 2023 My father's brother Jack wrote back in the early fifties, when he was very young. MOONSHINE WHISKEY Moonshine whiskey makes me frisky Makes me feel so gay Makes the teachers and the preachers Walk the other way Sheriffs, jurors, revenooers They try to find my stills Hawk this mornin called a warning now I'm in the hills Should they find me here and bind me And haul me down to jail I'll never budge til the circuit judge Takes whiskey as my bail. Now I'll walk along and sing this song And if I can hold my luck Til judgement day my price will stay A gallon fur a buck......... Jack Powell The picture below is uncle Jack a few years later, after he became a deputy sheriff. He was a lawman most of his life. He died of a heart attack while on the job, back in 2003. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
janice6 Posted January 23, 2023 Share Posted January 23, 2023 Regarding the previous post of: The Skater of Ghost Lake by William Rose Benet It reminded me of long ago: As a kid I was a figure skater in the local skating club, my mother was the costume designer. I primarily skated waltz numbers with the girls in the club at the show around the state - one girl at a time of course. I commented on it before, when the girls mothers used to come to me and tell me to hold their daughters tighter and place my hands where they made the girl "look better". Which, of course, I did. I was amazed that my buddies would always ask me to play Hockey with them when I could (at my age) skate to a dance number with a warm, soft, sweet smelling, girl, tight in my arms, that had no limits as to where I put my hands. Anyway, there were many nights at the local rink - It was a small lake smack dab in the middle of town and 8 blocks from my home. It had a nice warming house and the city had flood lights on 1/3 of it. They even had a plow dedicated to shaving/plowing the ice to make it very smooth and they would fill cracks with water every day. Late at night I would skate alone in the dark parts of the lake trying to see how fast and far I could jump while practicing my skating. I remember a number of times in the dark when I came down from the jump awkwardly and spend a few minutes lying on my back wondering how long I had laid there. Sometimes sliding that way for quite a distance. The sky was black, the moon was bright, the stars were out and it was almost a surreal experience. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
janice6 Posted January 23, 2023 Share Posted January 23, 2023 2 minutes ago, janice6 said: Regarding the previous post of: The Skater of Ghost Lake by William Rose Benet It reminded me of long ago: As a kid I was a figure skater in the local skating club, my mother was the costume designer. I primarily skated waltz numbers with the girls in the club at the show around the state - one girl at a time of course. I commented on it before, when the girls mothers used to come to me and tell me to hold their daughters tighter and place my hands where they made the girl "look better". Which, of course, I did. I was amazed that my buddies would always ask me to play Hockey with them when I could (at my age) skate to a dance number with a warm, soft, sweet smelling, girl, tight in my arms, that had no limits as to where I put my hands. Anyway, there were many nights at the local rink - It was a small lake smack dab in the middle of town and 8 blocks from my home. It had a nice warming house and the city had flood lights on 1/3 of it. They even had a plow dedicated to shaving/plowing the ice to make it very smooth and they would fill cracks with water every day. Late at night I would skate alone in the dark parts of the lake trying to see how fast and far I could jump while practicing my skating. I remember a number of times in the dark when I came down from the jump awkwardly and spend a few minutes lying on my back wondering how long I had laid there. Sometimes sliding that way for quite a distance. The sky was black, the moon was bright, the stars were out and it was almost a surreal experience. The best thing that came out of my experience figure skating was that I learned how to fall to minimize my injuries. It was necessary with the jumps and high speeds. I found this out having fallen in the tub and on ice in my driveway. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
holyjohnson Posted January 23, 2023 Share Posted January 23, 2023 If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run— Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
holyjohnson Posted January 23, 2023 Share Posted January 23, 2023 There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest. If they just went straight they might go far; They are strong and brave and true; But they're always tired of the things that are, And they want the strange and new. They say: "Could I find my proper groove, What a deep mark I would make!" So they chop and change, and each fresh move Is only a fresh mistake. And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last. He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance; He has just done things by half. Life's been a jolly good joke on him, And now is the time to laugh. Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost; He was never meant to win; He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone; He's a man who won't fit in. Robert Service. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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