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				| 170. | 16 Mar 2008 Sun 04:45 am |  
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	by Irving Layton (3 poems)
 MISUNDERSTANDING
 
 I placed
 my hand
 upon
 her thigh.
 
 By the way
 she moved
 away
 I could see
 her devotion
 to literature
 was not
 perfect.
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 Nausicaa
 
 "I'm the sort of girl
 you must first tell you love."
 "I love you," I said.
 She gave herself to me then
 and I enjoyed her on her perfumed bed.
 
 By the gods, the pleasure in her small
 wriggling body was so great,
 I had spoken no lecherous falsehood.
 Now not I nor my beloved,
 such is our heat,
 can wait for either words or scented sheet
 but on her or my raincoat go roughly to it.
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 There Were No Signs
 
 By walking I found out
 Where I was going.
 
 By intensely hating, how to love.
 By loving, whom and what to love.
 
 By grieving, how to laugh from the belly.
 
 Out of infirmity, I have built strength.
 Out of untruth, truth.
 
 From hypocrisy, I wove directness.
 
 Almost now I know who I am.
 Almost I have the boldness to be that man.
 
 Another step
 And I shall be where I started from.
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				| 171. | 17 Mar 2008 Mon 02:24 pm |  
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	My poem
 Very short but said a great deal and still does, although for different reasons.
 
 
 
 MY NOT SO IDLE MUSE
 
 If I  could be
 What would I be?
 If I could be
 I would be me.
 
 1986
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				| 172. | 17 Mar 2008 Mon 04:48 pm |  
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	 | Quoting karpusqueen: My poem
 Very short but said a great deal and still does, although for different reasons.
 
 
 
 MY NOT SO IDLE MUSE
 
 If I  could be
 What would I be?
 If I could be
 I would be me.
 
 1986
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 A delight in 16...And a great deal it says indeed kq...
 Here's :....
 
 A Spot of Tea in 43...
 
 ah for an hour
 from the start.
 for a moment
 in one’s own heart...
 
 indeed we are,
 if we could be
 our very selves,
 despite what others see.
 
 for in this place
 and in this time.
 we are but breaths
 in poignant rhyme...
 
 
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				| 173. | 18 Mar 2008 Tue 04:25 am |  
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	 | Quoting eddie: | Quoting karpusqueen: My poem
 Very short but said a great deal and still does, although for different reasons.
 
 
 
 MY NOT SO IDLE MUSE
 
 If I  could be
 What would I be?
 If I could be
 I would be me.
 
 1986
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 A delight in 16...And a great deal it says indeed kq...
 Here's :....
 
 A Spot of Tea in 43...
 
 ah for an hour
 from the start.
 for a moment
 in one’s own heart...
 
 indeed we are,
 if we could be
 our very selves,
 despite what others see.
 
 for in this place
 and in this time.
 we are but breaths
 in poignant rhyme...
 
 thanks kq...
 
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 You're welcome eddie.
 
 Here's a portion from an expert
 
 "I wonder
 from these thousand of "me's",
 which one am I?
 Listen to my cry, do not drown my voice"
 
 
 Rumi - "Hidden Music" - Maryam Mafi & Azima Melita Kolin
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				| 174. | 20 Mar 2008 Thu 12:54 pm |  
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	Thanks thehandsom, eddie, karpusqueen, Daydreamer, kafesteki_kus for your poems for sharing .. they are beautiful...      |  |  
	
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				| 175. | 26 Mar 2008 Wed 01:49 am |  
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	my favourite poem by polish nobel prize winner-wisława szymborska
A "Thank You" Note
 
 There is much I owe
 
 to those I do not love.
 
 
 
 
 The relief in accepting
 
 they are closer to another.
 
 
 
 
 Joy that I am not
 
 the wolf to their sheep.
 
 
 
 
 My peace be with them
 
 for with them I am free,
 
 and this, love can neither give,
 
 nor know how to take.
 
 
 
 
 I don't wait for them
 
 from window to door.
 
 Almost as patient
 
 as a sun dial,
 
 I understand
 
 what love does not understand.
 
 I forgive
 
 what love would never have forgiven.
 
 
 
 
 Between rendezvous and letter
 
 no eternity passes,
 
 only a few days or weeks.
 
 
 
 
 My trips with them always turn out well.
 
 Concerts are heard.
 
 Cathedrals are toured.
 
 Landscapes are distinct.
 
 
 
 
 And when seven rivers and mountains
 
 come between us,
 
 they are rivers and mountains
 
 well known from any map.
 
 
 
 
 It is thanks to them
 
 that I live in three dimensions,
 
 in a non-lyrical and non-rhetorical space,
 
 with a shifting, thus real, horizon.
 
 
 
 
 They don't even know
 
 how much they carry in their empty hands.
 
 
 "I don't owe them anything",
 
 love would have said
 
 on this open topic.
 
 
 
 
 
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				| 176. | 26 Mar 2008 Wed 07:27 am |  
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	...that is one of my favourite poems too! ...I think it is brilliant!    |  |  
	
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				| 177. | 26 Mar 2008 Wed 11:55 am |  
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	 | Quoting Aslan: ...that is one of my favourite poems too! ...I think it is brilliant!    | 
it is
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				| 178. | 26 Mar 2008 Wed 03:32 pm |  
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	 | Quoting thehandsom: by Irving Layton (3 poems)
 
 Nausicaa
 
 
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 very beautiful.
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				| 179. | 23 Apr 2008 Wed 09:31 pm |  
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	 | Quoting cybernetics: | Quoting cybernetics: New one for today ( 26.02.2008 )
 Gokkusagındaki renkler gibisin
 Yesil kadar huzur verici gülüsün
 Mavi kadar derin gözlerin
 Kırmızı kadar sıcak kalbin..
 Yagmur yagar, ardından cıkarsın ortaya
 Sanki hayat verirsin tüm dogaya..
 
 Kısa bir süre bile olsa,
 Seni gormek, güzelligine bakmak,
 Barındırdıgın tüm renkleri hissetmek kadar güzel ne olabilir?
 Bilsemde az sonra gideceğini korkmam,
 Bilirim cunku tekrar gelecegini,
 Gonlume yagan bu yagmur hic bitmesin,
 Her sagnak ardından seni gorebileyim..
 
 CENK
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 New one for today
   
 Oysa, düslerimde gormustum ben mutlulugu,
 Kucuk bir cocugun avuclarında sunulmustu gelecegim bana
 Soyledım ya sadece bir düstü
 Uyandıgımda ise karanlık odamda,
 Ne bir cocuk vardı, ne de avuclarında SEN....
 
 CENK
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you know the meaning of words
 why did you stop posting your poems?It would be nice to have a look at more
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				| 180. | 08 May 2008 Thu 12:14 am |  
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	What Should I Say - Sir Thomas Wyatt 
 What should I say,
 Since faith is dead,
 And truth away
 From you is fled?
 Should I be led
 With doubleness?
 Nay, nay, mistress!
 
 I promised you,
 And you promised me,
 To be as true
 As I would be.
 But since I see
 Your double heart,
 Farewell my part!
 
 Though for to take
 It is not my mind,
 But to forsake
 I am not blind
 And as I find,
 So will I trust:
 Farewell, unjust!
 
 Can ye say nay?
 But you said
 That I alway
 Should be obeyed?
 And thus betrayed
 Or that I wist--
 Farewell, unkissed.
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