Poetry and Potpourri ..... September 26, 2003

9-26-2003 | JustAmy; Mama_Bear; St.Louie1

[JustAmy]

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The Poetry Branch has been in limbo since the prior hostess left FreeRepublic April 15th 2003. We've since learned that said hostess has lost her posting privilege. That being the case, and Jim Robinson having given his ok, I wanted to renew the thread.

FreeRepublic is blessed with many fine poets, and we look forward to seeing their poems posted on FR once again. There were many non-poet FReepers who visited the Poetry Branch for the camaraderie; we hope they will return.

I would like to invite everyone to visit and relax at Poetry and Potpourri. Hopefully you will renew old acquaintances for chatting, sharing jokes, telling stories, posting cartoons, etc. Everyone needs a place to escape from the everyday news, make Poetry and Potpourri that place.

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The Belvedere's Guardian Wolf ~
the always charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf.

[MistyCA]

You are very welcome. He has a one track mind re the military. When he came here to visit there were 4 soldiers who talked to him for a long time. The kid was in heaven! Our soldiers are simply awesome. I told one that Dylan loved the military and they were over sitting with him right away. :)

[JustAmy]

The Rose Family

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose--
But were always a rose.

BY Robert Frost

[Jen]

Lovely graphics today Billie. Thanks for sharing your talent.

[ST.LOUIE1]

You, of course, are a rose--

Thank *you*. : )

Frost is one of my faves.

[Jen]

Hi Johnny!!! Great to see you here and you brought a poem to share. Just reading its title - "The Beast" - I immediately thought of Hillary. (ick!)

[JustAmy]

I'll see if I can find another for tomorrow's thread. Any other poets you would like to see here tomorrow?

Did you enjoy the lunch that I served today? I think it was post #139

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hi Amy. Love to spend time with real friends. Good to see you as well.

[MistyCA]

I like Elizabeth Barrett Browning.....How do I love thee, let me count the ways.......

The poetry she and her husband shared is very moving. I will have to hunt it up.

[Jen]

"If we're so smart the why do we park in driveways and drive on parkways?"

Good question, but you'll have to ask someone else. I'm not smart enough to figure it out. ;-) Hope you had a good day at work Pip.

[Victoria Delsoul]

LOL!

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[Victoria Delsoul]

Hi there, Senator.

[JustAmy]

Found another Robert Frost.


The Door in the Dark

In going from room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people and things don't pair any more
With what they used to pair with before.

By Robert Frost

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hi Misty! Good to see you, too. How are ya?

[MistyCA]

Sonet VI Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforth in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore--
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hi Louie!

[Jen]

Hi LJ! You are long gone you chirpy lark, while this owl gal is just getting started. But I wanted to say thanks for the Maine headlines! hahahahaha So... how many beers did that trainer down? And, what's the score on the blueberry wine??

[Victoria Delsoul]

Oh wow, Jen. Thanks so much. I love Margaritas.

Mmmmmmm mmmmmm!

[Jen]

We find inspiration for poetry in the darndest places, eh?

[kneezles]

Hiya Jen, No, I didn't write the limerick. Yes I am a bachelor tonight. I'm such the party animal, I fell asleep watching the 6:00 news and woke up when my son called me. by the way, he's finished his tech school in Wichita Falls and is to report to the AFB in Tucson the first week of October.

[MistyCA]

Robert Browning

Women and Roses


I dream of a red-rose tree.
And which of its roses three
Is the dearest rose to me?

II.

Round and round, like a dance of snow
In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go
Floating the women faded for ages,
Sculptured in stone, on the poet's pages.
Then follow women fresh and gay,
Living and loving and loved to-day.
Last, in the rear, flee the multitude of maidens,
Beauties yet unborn. And all, to one cadence,
They circle their rose on my rose tree.

III.

Dear rose, thy term is reached,
Thy leaf hangs loose and bleached:
Bees pass it unimpeached.

IV.

Stay then, stoop, since I cannot climb,
You, great shapes of the antique time!
How shall I fix you, fire you, freeze you,
Break my heart at your feet to please you?
Oh, to possess and be possessed!
Hearts that beat 'neath each pallid breast!
Once but of love, the poesy, the passion,
Drink but once and die!---In vain, the same fashion,
They circle their rose on my rose tree.

V.

Dear rose, thy joy's undimmed,
Thy cup is ruby-rimmed,
Thy cup's heart nectar-brimmed.

VI.

Deep, as drops from a statue's plinth
The bee sucked in by the hyacinth,
So will I bury me while burning,
Quench like him at a plunge my yearning,
Eyes in your eyes, lips on your lips!
Fold me fast where the cincture slips,
Prison all my soul in eternities of pleasure,
Girdle me for once! But no---the old measure,
They circle their rose on my rose tree.

VII.

Dear rose without a thorn,
Thy bud's the babe unborn:
First streak of a new morn.

VIII.

Wings, lend wings for the cold, the clear!
What is far conquers what is near.
Roses will bloom nor want beholders,
Sprung from the dust where our flesh moulders.
What shall arrive with the cycle's change?
A novel grace and a beauty strange.
I will make an Eve, be the artist that began her,
Shaped her to his mind!---Alas! in like manner
They circle their rose on my rose tree.