FAVOURITE POEMS

Night time temperture's begin to cool,
and stars become so clear and bright.
I love to look into the heaven's
on a clear cool autumn's night.

The sky seems so crystal clear
as the heat rays have now past.
I stare into the Milky Way
it just looks so big and vast.

I often wonder whats out there
that we can't begin to see.
Some tiny world with living life
with maybe a dark blue sea.

Could it be they're just like us
and wonder if they're the only ones.
Or could they be as big as houses
and weigh a thousand tons.

Or could it be we're all alone
to live out our life right here.
Should we try to improve our planet
and not hunt for a new frontier?

That dark luminescent sky
can make my mind go wild.
My imagination runs so fast
just like it did as a child.

The beauty and the mystery
of the heavens up above.
Gives me so much pleasure
I often think of it with love.

Another good one, Star.

'That dark luminescent sky' is good oxymoron.

It's like watching your footprints wash away on the beach,
Covering the tracks from being with another.
The one true love's hand you cannot reach . . .
Because you belong to another.

To hide all the passion, and emotion you feel;
You only hope that he never will see,
And one day realize your love is not real -
To whom and to where your heart yearns to be.

Like rivers and rainbows that never do end,
Like the deceit and lies that you live -
With your one true love, when your heart will not mend,
And no longer able to give . . .

Expire yourself to the one true love,
The one who will give you strength;
And hold in your hands the stars up above,
And cherish the honest love you make.

Shine wrote:

Another good one, Star.

'That dark luminescent sky' is good oxymoron.

I like poems about night and stars

I like poems with a narrative rather than the descriptive one.

It was that night they came to me
shaken so within my heart
then the stillness
the peace so deep within me

could this be
oh on my knees is this real
I thought inside
no-one can know

and the world swept
away into the energies
and I into all things
and all things into I

shining
I could see no perception
no eyes
seeing I
could not be
rising into the forever infinity
starchild I, me

no none should know
they'd flock like bees
stinging at my soul
none could know

oh love what can I do
I am alive
wakened
trying to learn
to even speak
to even walk
merging into society

and the shining of that moment
within it is in my mind
and my feet glisten
in the innocence
of the light beam moment

and I learned to run through
all the universe
running I a star
a starchild
am I

seeing
and what are you
I am wondering
what are these things
you are doing

what are these battles
please do not tell me
yet, I am curious
I need not know

look if you would tonight
look see the one
yes that one
it is I love
in the shining

feel me
feel me
I am you
I am I
we are we
together
forever
in
the infinity
in
the shining lights

Once in a castle a long time ago
Lived a lady so in love with her king
The way he wooed her set her heart aglow
His sweet words of love made her spirit sing

Each night he would tell her, you are the one
I will love you forever and a day
No force on earth will break us up this time
I will stand beside my queen, come what may

He created a rose for his lady
White with traces of red, it wore her name
War began, again he did his duty
He was killed, foul enemy was to blame


She was found in eternal sleep by friends
Died of grief, rose locked inside her small hands

Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray
Rest them 'round the sweet Elaine
Barge adrift on the bay

Come troubadours! Come balladeers!
Entice wood thrush, robin, wren
Play sweet notes of requiems
As funeral dirges begin

Lily Maid of Astelot,
Silver pearls laced in her hair
Heart besot by Lancelot
Gave a red favour to wear

Noble knight did not requite
Love note, fair lady's hand
Lovely in her slumber
Cast on River Thames

Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray
Rest them 'round the sweet Elaine
Barge adrift on the bay


* In Arthurian Legends, the fair Elaine fell in love with Lancelot. He
was competing annonymously in a tournament and she asked him to wear
her favour. As he had never worn a lady's favour he declined, but she
insisted ,insuring it would an air of secrecy as no one would guess his
identity. After he was seriously wounded in the tournament , she nursed
him back to health. Lancelot of course loved Queen Gwenievere, so
spurned the innocent girl's affections. According to legend she was so
distraught, she pined away. Her dieing wish was to be set upon a barge
on The Thames river with a final declaration of love for Lancelot in a
letter held in her hands. She was floated down the river to the castle
where Lancelot viewed his forsaken love.

In the spring when the frosts are all over,
When fields turn green with grass and clover,
When the early forsythia turns bright yellow,
And the temperatures turn warm and mellow,
She comes spritely in the service of the Queen.
Shyly, quietly, she moves. Hardly ever is she seen.
Sometimes walking, sometimes flying on gossamer wings,
Tunes learned ages ago, she sweetly sings.
The precious drops she pours from her leafen bucket,
Come from the eyes of dancing fairies, Their sorrows trying to forget.
Each joyful tear gathered, by her magical mop,
Never does she loose, not even a drop.
From the Queen's Great Hall beneath the Old Willow,
Where the fairies frolic on a mossy pillow,
She comes with her leaf filled to the top.
To a place well hidden 'neath a tall buttercup,
There she spreads her sweet magical brew,
Mingled mystically with the cool morning dew.
Now, if by chance you find this unnoticed place,
And maybe a drop of the fairy dew you happen to taste,
A magical gift will surely be given, by the order of the Queen.
A glorious event to behold, by only a few rarely seen,
The fairy guides come and pay you a visit,
To take you to a festive place, its beauty exquisite.
For to partake of the fairy dew, just one drop is all,
Brings an invite to dance with the fairies In the Queen's Great Hall.
So young and old seek the Buttercup, the Dew Fairie’s place,
But you must go early, For with the rising sun, The dew vanishes without a trace.

She sits naked on a rock
a few yards out in the water.
He stands on the shore,
also naked, picking blueberries.
She calls. He turns. She opens
her legs showing him her great beauty,
and smiles, a bow of lips
seeming to tie together
the ends of the earth.
Splashing her image
to pieces, he wades out
and stands before her, sunk
to the anklebones in leaf-mush
and bottom-slime--the intimacy
of the visible world. He puts
a berry in its shirt
of mist into her mouth.
She swallows it. Over the lake
two swallows whim, juke, jink,
and when one snatches
an insect they both whirl up
and exult. He is swollen
not with ichor but with blood.
She takes him and sucks him
more swollen. He kneels, opens
the dark, vertical smile
linking heaven with the underneath
and licks her smoothest flesh more smooth.
On top of the rock they join.
Somewhere a frog moans, a crow screams.
The hair of their bodies
startles up. They cry
in the tongue of the last gods,
who refused to go,
chose death, and shuddered
in joy and shattered in pieces,
bequeathing their cries
into the human mouth. Now in the lake
two faces float, looking up
at a great maternal pine whose branches
open out in all directions
explaining everything.

A great sex poem, Star. Lots of imagery

Shine wrote:

A great sex poem, Star. Lots of imagery

It was the one i put on jezzas ....

I let him caress my hips
Draw along the sides of my body
His fingertips making me shiver
I stare into his deep brown eyes
Theres nothing to hide from these soulful eyes
Nothing but the night air between us
And yet everything, is so warm
To make love under the stars
It is an experience in and of itself
But it is a treat
A novelty and an eccentric beauty
Our lips touch almost sleepily
His lips travel
My ear
My neck
My shoulder
Then he looks at me
Almost for reassurance of what he did
Because we know what he wants,
He is not a monster
He wants to protect his angel
And give her the stars above
To watch over her
To keep her safe

[b]Life
Of A Caterpillar

Quietly
crawling on these branches all day,
minding my own business with nothing to say.
My back arches up as I take my next
step.
Conserves much more energy, uses less pep.

Suck the sweet sap and moving right along,
enjoying my life,
for this is where I belong.
Must keep myself concealed, can't be heard.
Remain well hidden from that diving bird.

Time
passes by, as I look for the one spot,
shaded area most preferred but not too hot.
Found that perfect place to spin
my silk,
so shiny and smooth turning white as milk.

Laying here dormant wrapped in this cocoon.
Mother nature
will develop its change soon.
Things are happening, don't know what they are.
My body's changing, feels wonderfully
bizarre.

Time has come to reveal this great beauty,
for nature awaits me and my new born duty.
Stretch my wings,
colourful they seem to be.
Must leave this place, so everyone can see. [/b]

Julius Caesar - Mark Anthony's funeral speech

Julius Caesar was ruling Rome. The conspirators, who included Brutus, were afraid that Caesar was going to become a tyrant, so they killed him. Mark Antony, a friend of Caesar, asked if he could speak at Caesar's public funeral. Brutus said he could on certain conditions. These were: that Brutus would speak first, that Mark Anthony would speak immediately afterwards, that he wouldn't blame the conspirators and that he would admit he spoke with the comspirators' permission. Brutus does speak first to the people of Rome and explains simply why he killed Caesar - "Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more." The crowd approve of his speech. Then Antony starts to speak.

Antony:	Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest-- For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men-- Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him? O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.		Mark Antony starts carefully, as the crowd is hostile. He explains that he is talking by permission (leave) of the conspirators, as was agreed, and he calls the conspirators "honorable men". Slowly he starts to list the good qualities of Caesar, and asks people to mourn for him. He is asking whether Brutus is right to call Caesar ambitious, but not, perhaps quite blaming him, yet!
First Citizen:	Methinks there is much reason in his sayings.		The crowd begin to change their minds.
Second Citizen:	If thou consider rightly of the matter, Caesar has had great wrong.
Third Citizen:	Has he, masters? I fear there will a worse come in his place.
Fourth Citizen:	Mark'd ye his words? He would not take the crown; Therefore 'tis certain he was not ambitious.
First Citizen:	If it be found so, some will dear abide it.
Second Citizen:	Poor soul! his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
Third Citizen:	There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony.
Fourth Citizen:	Now mark him, he begins again to speak.
Antony:	But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there. And none so poor to do him reverence. O masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men: I will not do them wrong; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men. But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar; I found it in his closet, 'tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament-- Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read-- And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.		Mark Antony is still calling the conspirators "honourable men" but his language is becoming more violent. He hints that Caesar's will is worth hearing. But he can't read it because that would wrong the conspirators (who he promised not to blame). Of course, he knows perfectly well what effect this will have on the crowd!
Fourth Citizen:	We'll hear the will: read it, Mark Antony.
All:	The will, the will! we will hear Caesar's will.
Antony:	Have patience, gentle friends, I must not read it; It is not meet you know how Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, bearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad: 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!		Now Mark Antony is calling the crowd the heirs of Caesar, which means that they will gain something from the will.
Fourth Citizen:	Read the will; we'll hear it, Antony; You shall read us the will, Caesar's will.
Antony:	Will you be patient? will you stay awhile? I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it: I fear I wrong the honourable men Whose daggers have stabb'd Caesar; I do fear it.		The crowd is getting worked up. Mark Antony still calls the conspirators "honourable men", and after all, their daggers did stab Caesar"!
Fourth Citizen:	They were traitors: honourable men!		Someone in the crowd is the first to say "traitors".
All:	The will! the testament!
Second Citizen:	They were villains, murderers: the will! read the will.
Antony:	You will compel me, then, to read the will? Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?		Caesar's body is below Antony. He is going to show the body with its stab wounds to the crowd.
Several Citizens:	Come down.
Second Citizen:	Descend.
Third Citizen:	You shall have leave.
[Antony comes down]
Fourth Citizen:	A ring; stand round.
First Citizen:	Stand from the hearse, stand from the body.
Second Citizen:	Room for Antony, most noble Antony.
Antony:	Nay, press not so upon me; stand far off.
Several Citizens:	Stand back; room; bear back.
Antony:	If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius' dagger through: See what a rent the envious Casca made: Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no; For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statua, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.		Mark Antony is now making the crowd see and feel the full horror of Caesar's murder. In fact, Antony wasn't there when Caesar was stabbed, so pointing out which wound was made by who is pure drama! The sight and description makes the crowd grieve, then become angry.
First Citizen:	O piteous spectacle!
Second Citizen:	O noble Caesar!
Third Citizen:	O woful day!
Fourth Citizen:	O traitors, villains!
First Citizen:	O most bloody sight!
Second Citizen:	We will be revenged.
All:	Revenge! About! Seek! Burn! Fire! Kill! Slay! Let not a traitor live!
Antony:	Stay, countrymen.
First Citizen:	Peace there! hear the noble Antony.
Second Citizen:	We'll hear him, we'll follow him, we'll die with him.
Antony:	Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable: What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it: they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.		Mark Antony isn't finished with the crowd yet. He is still pretending not to criticise the conspirators, and claims that he is just speaking the truth. He hints that the conspirators may have had private grudges against Caesar, as aopposed to the public reasons that they gave. Mark Antony also claims not to be such an orator as Brutus is, which is an obvious fib!
All:	We'll mutiny.
First Citizen:	We'll burn the house of Brutus.
Third Citizen:	Away, then! come, seek the conspirators.
Antony:	Yet hear me, countrymen; yet hear me speak.
All:	Peace, ho! Hear Antony. Most noble Antony!
Antony:	Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas, you know not: I must tell you then: You have forgot the will I told you of.		The crowd have forgotten all about the will, which was what made them angry in the first place.
All:	Most true. The will! Let's stay and hear the will.
Antony:	Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas.
Second Citizen:	Most noble Caesar! We'll revenge his death.
Third Citizen:	O royal Caesar!
Antony:	Hear me with patience.
All:	Peace, ho!
Antony:	Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?
First Citizen:	Never, never. Come, away, away! We'll burn his body in the holy place, And with the brands fire the traitors' houses. Take up the body.		The crowd are now out of control. By the way, they never got this inheritance!
Second Citizen:	Go fetch fire.
Third Citizen:	Pluck down benches.
Fourth Citizen:	Pluck down forms, windows, any thing.
[Exeunt Citizens with the body]
Antony:	Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt!

Could you give me a brief synoposis,my eyes hurt tonight

Brutus killed Caesar.

Caesar trusted Brutus as a friend.

Mark Antony asked to spead at Caesar's funeral and was allowed.

The rest is in the summary on the left, Bella.

Sorry,I never saw the summary earlier,I must be even more tired than I thought,I understand it now