[squirt]

I have one to add if it's okay with you.

[BIRD33]

This will be terrible.

[Reaper]

I have one to add if it's okay with you.

Sure. Anyone else that wants to contribute is more than welcome to.

[squirt]

Longing by Matthew Arnold


Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth,
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say, My love why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

[Reaper]

A Dream Within A Dream



Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

[Reaper]

Not bad. Never heard of Matthew Arnold though?

[squirt]

Not bad. Never heard of Matthew Arnold though?

I hadn't either until last year when I came across that poem. There are very few poems I truly like. That's one of them.

[Reaper]

Very nice.

[WoolyGoat]

what in the fuck is this all aboot?

[JCW]

what in the fuck is this all aboot?

As if you don't know.

[Father Juan]

Did goat force him into this too?

[JCW]

Oh probably. Titty pix and poetry, he's a fiend for both.

[WoolyGoat]

outed!

[JCW]

Sorry dude. You knew this day would come sooner or later. I'm tired of keeping your shameful secrets.

[squirt]

Oh probably. Titty pix and poetry, he's a fiend for both.

Hey, aren't we all?

Let he (or she) who is without sin cast the first stone.

[JCW]

On a serious note, I used to be majorly into poetry. Not gonna post anything I've written here but this is one of my faves from someone else:

George Gray

I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me --
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire --
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

Edgar Lee Masters