Poetry by the fireside......

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  1. JmpMster

    JmpMster Have a question? Message Me Staff Member Forum Owner ADMIN

    While listening to music may be more typical , reading poetry also sometimes works to sway moods. Technically you can argue most music is poetry but there is much that has never been put to music that has great meaning for those that still use simple books --

    So my share in the coffee house - in front of the fireplace with drink in hand is -

    Happy the man, and happy he alone,
    he who can call today his own:
    he who, secure within, can say,
    Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

    Be fair or foul, or rain or shine
    the joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
    Not Heaven itself, upon the past has power,
    but what has been, has been, and I have had my hour

    -- Horace
  2. demuredawn

    demuredawn Well-Known Member

    nice thoughts in that poem "focus on today... tomorrow is still yet to come and the past is past"
  3. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Love that poem thanks for sharing it with us hugs
  4. Freya

    Freya Loves SF Staff Member ADMIN SF Author

    Ooooh fireside poetry. This one reminds me of you Ben :)

    "He Tells Her"

    He tells her that the Earth is flat—
    He knows the facts, and that is that.
    In altercations fierce and long
    She tries her best to prove him wrong.
    But he has learned to argue well.
    He calls her arguments unsound
    And often asks her not to yell.
    She cannot win. He stands his ground.

    The planet goes on being round.

    —Wendy Cope

  5. JmpMster

    JmpMster Have a question? Message Me Staff Member Forum Owner ADMIN

    round? what heresy is that !!!

    TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
    That from the nunnery
    Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
    To war and arms I fly.

    True, a new mistress now I chase,
    The first foe in the field;
    And with a stronger faith embrace
    A sword, a horse, a shield.

    Yet this inconstancy is such
    As thou too shalt adore;
    I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
    Loved I not Honour more
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