Poem of the Day for Happiness

Reply Fri 10 Dec, 2010 09:19 am

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.

William Blake
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Reply Sun 12 Dec, 2010 11:05 am
Green Grow the Rashes
by Robert Burns

Green grow the rashes, O!
Green grow the rashes, O!
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,
Are spent amang the lasses, O!

There's nought but care on every han'
In every hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o' man,
An 'twere na for the lasses, O?

The warl'ly race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, O;
An' though at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.

But gi'e me a canny hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O,
An' warl'ly cares an' warl'ly men
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!

For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O;
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O.

Auld Nature swears the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O;
Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.
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Reply Fri 17 Dec, 2010 01:21 pm
The Mosquito Knows

The mosquito knows full well, small as he is
he's a beast of prey.
But afer all
he only takes his bellyful,
he doesn't put my blood in the bank.

D. H. lawrence
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Reply Sun 2 Jan, 2011 12:12 pm

by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)

WO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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Reply Mon 3 Jan, 2011 11:32 am
Let me be a seal upon your heart,
Like the seal upon your hand.
For love is fierce as death,
Passion is mighty as Sheol;
Its darts are darts of fire,
A blazking flame.

Song of Songs 8: 6
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Reply Thu 13 Jan, 2011 08:29 am
There Was An Old Man With A Beard

There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, " It is just as I feared!-
Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard!"

Edward Lear
Reply Sun 13 Feb, 2011 09:05 am

Behold the duck.
It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks.
It is specially fond
Of a puddle or pond.
When it dines or sups,
It bottoms ups.

Ogden Nash

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Reply Sun 24 Apr, 2011 08:21 am
The Path

If thou'rt mate, O heart, with one who knows the Path,
Or if thou thyself art one who vision hath,
Learn its lesson from each thing that thou dost see,
So thou mayest know the Source whence all things be.
If the eye learn of things seen their lessoning,
In the heart will knowledge surely spout and spring;
Thence to it the Hidden Treasure will be shown.

Ashiq Pasha
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