Ideas…

When I was young, ideas took flight
In rainbow streams that never ended.
And not a single dream transcended
My youthful will and clumsy might.

Now I am old, ideas flow still;
But Life grows short and Art is endless.
Many the visions that fade friendless
For lack of time, not want of will.

The hour has struck when I must choose
Amid profusion that’s submitted.
For age is making me slow-witted
And much so precious I can’t use.

–Eden Phillpotts

Yay for John Donne!

Batter my heart, three-person’d God; for you
As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp’d town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth’d unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

Breathe with me

Breathe with me
Sink into my arms and drown there as I breathe
Into you
Hiding my face in your hair and wrapping
My arms around you
Holding you close
Close to me and everything I know
Everything I fear
All that is so unclear
So uncertain
But breathe with me
Find a secret place behind my smile
Only for you to hide and find
You are all I see
My every heartbeat
So let yours fall in time with mine
And we will breathe
Together
In unison
And forget all our fears and only
Fall, sleep, dream
Let ourselves go
Surrender to the tears and pain
And all that exists within
This chasm between my lips and yours
Until the day when
We will breathe
Into each other
Through my every dream and your
Every fantasy
Melt with me now
As you sink farther into my embrace
And I into yours
We will wait, and all my hope
Revolves around your promise
Though fears of betrayal may haunt me
I am here with you, now
Breathe with me

yay John Donne

HOLY SONNETS X.

“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;
For those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou’rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke ; why swell’st thou then ?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.”

Lunch time post

OK, so I know I said I wouldn’t be posting for the next couple of days, but I got really bored and work, and HAD to write these two poems down.
Tell me what you think

cold and lonely
Time seems to stop as I lay here
Between this world and the next
eyes fluttering, longing for the dark
longing for the sleep that will not come
In between two worlds, torn apart by each
This world is real, yet so lonely
The next world–happy, yet fake
Gazing into the distance the thoughts come
Visions entice my mind, Apparitions entice my heart
eyes fluttering, longing for the dark
Quietly I give in–quietly I let the darkness consume me
Then suddenly I am there once again
There in that place that knows no sadness
Longing to stay, yet so quickly pulled back to reality
cold and lonely
I’m between this world and the next
eyes fluttering, longing for the dark

ok! One more!

waiting
drip drop, drip drop
waiting
I can feel the air on my face
waiting
The hands of time move so slowly
waiting
waiting, and waiting, and waiting some more
my thoughts drift far away
waiting
the earth moves around the sun
waiting
my body ages, my body slows
waiting
my body stops
I am waiting no longer

OK, so I know I’ve posted a lot of poetry, what can I say? I’m in that sort of mood recently