5 posts tagged “poetry”

My Day;

Am worried to death about someone, but it's too long to explain... needless to say someone who plays IJ has a lot of us worried.  I've done everything I can with the info I have -- emailed, left an irc memoserv message, left a message on his myspace, and messaged someone on myspace who seems to know him in "real life".  *sigh*
 
Talked to friends.

Hollywoodland was still sold out in widescreen so I watched Muppets From Space instead.

Checked out some good music that krizzz recommended to me (Leine for the curious). 

Wondered why Britney Spears didn't just buy a razor  to do her hair shaving job at home -- you know away from the cameras. 

Bitched about diet 7Up switching from splenda to aspartame.  I can have some aspartame now and them but having it regularly, erm, no.    Oddly enough, I tried Enviga today which has aspartame in it (didn't realize that until I was drinking it).  It's billed as a calorie burning drink.  I just wanted to try it as I like to try new drinks just to see... I don't like tea, never tried green tea before now,  but this wasn't bad.

Watched Def Poetry, I thought it'd be canceled for some reason.

Now it's Sunday, so I need some zzzzzzzzz.

♥ Ik hou van jullie allemaal ♥

From now on if I don't like the QOTD or don't have an answer, I'll try to post a poem, or something since this is my much happier place than LJ.  LJ gets boohoo I'm a sickie, whine whine whine, posts. VOX deserves better.

My Friend by James Whitcomb Riley

"He is my friend," I said -
"Be patient!" overheard
The skies were drear and dim
And lo! the thought of him
Smiled on my heart - and then
The sun shone out again!

"He is my friend,"
The words brought summer and the birds
And all my winter-time
Thawed into running rhyme
And rippled into song
Warm, tender, brave, and strong

And so it sings to-day
So may it sing always!
Though waving grasses grow
Between and lilies blow
Their trills of perfume clear
As laughter to the ear
Let each must measure end
with "Still he is thy friend."

Poetry
I KNEW that getting this book would in fact lead me to finding the first poem I ever really discovered and fell in love with at about age 17-18. While feeding my addiction for James Dean I read that he liked James Whitcomb Riley so I checked out The Complete Poetical Works of James Whitcomb Riley from my local library and fell in love with several poems in it. Most I have ran into or found easily over the years but the first one to make me love his writing, to like poems at all, that one I could not remember the name of, just a line or two. I've searched and searched and knew I had to find the exact book / printing again to find it though I am sure it's in other books of his. I FOUND it fast in this large (820 or so pages of poems). I should buy a newer printing to read as I am worried I'll damage this older copy with it's separating binding. Anyway, without further ado, the first poem I ever loved:

The Quest by James Whitcomb Riley

I am looking for love.
Has he passed this way
With eyes as blue as the skies of May and a face as fair as the summer dawn?
You answer back, but I wander on, for you say:
"Oh, yes; but his eyes were gray, and his face as dim as a rainy day."

Good friends, I query, I search for love
His eyes are as blue as the skies above, and his smile as bright as the midst of May
When the truce-bird pipes: Has he passed this way?
And one says: "Ay; but his face, alack! Frowned as he passed, and his eyes were black."

O who will tell me of love? I cry!
His eyes are as blue as the mid-May sky, and his face as bright as the morning sun
And you answer and mock me, every one
That his eyes were dark, and his face was wan, and he passed you frowning and wandered on.

But stout of heart will I onward fare
Knowing my love is beyond - somewhere
The love I seek, with the eyes of blue, and the bright sweet smile unknown of you
And on from the hour his trail is found
I shall sing sonnets the whole year round.

I wrote this in August, it seems.  That makes sense, I was trying to write something for the anniversary of CynDee's death but nothing good was coming to me so I just wrote whatever did come to me, in hopes that it would inspire to write something for her.  I still haven't written something new for her but I just opened this and decided to leave it as it is and do nothing else with it since it probably says enough as it is.  I think you can tell I was thinking of her at that time even though it's not really written FOR her.

Blissfully Unaware by Me
Sitting on a couch
Blissfully unaware
As someone somewhere
Gets a call
Changing their life
Forever more

Why me
It's not fair
I never thought
That this could be
No one ever does

But why not them
Why not you
Sitting on the couch
So blissfully unaware

August 27th, 2006
© Ramie

Because I find today's QOTD boring and similar to an old one... I give to you today a poem by someone I used to read a lot of...

PLAIN SERMONS  By James Whitcomb Riley

I saw a man--and envied him beside--
    Because of this world's goods he had great store;
But even as I envied him, he died,
    And left me envious of him no more.

I saw another man--and envied still--
    Because he was content with frugal lot;
But as I envied him, the rich man's will
    Bequeathed him all, and envy I forgot.

Yet still another man I saw, and he
    I envied for a calm and tranquil mind
That nothing fretted in the least degree--
    Until, alas! I found that he was blind.

What vanity is envy! for I find
    I have been rich in dross of thought, and poor
In that I was a fool, and lastly blind
    For never having seen myself before!