Hymn To The Night

I heard the trailing garments of the Night

Sweep through her marble halls!

I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light

From the celestial walls!

I felt her presence, by its spell of might,

Stoop o'er me from above;

The calm, majestic presence of the Night,

As of the one I love.

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,

The manifold, soft chimes,

That fill the haunted chambers of the Night

Like some old poet's rhymes.

From the cool cisterns of the midnight air

My spirit drank repose;

The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,--

From those deep cisterns flows.

O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear

What man has borne before!

Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care,

And they complain no more.

Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer!

Descend with broad-winged flight,

The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair,

The best-beloved Night!

Henry Wardsworth Longfellow

Finding love

Finding love
is like finding one answer
to all of your prayers.

- Jennifer Regimbald -

Her Presence

To gaze upon my love,

Is to feel completely at ease.

I run my fingers through her hair,

And it smells of a warm breeze.

We stand in a timeless moment,

Together in a tight embrace.

Motionless in the night's air,

Observing every detail of her face.

The strength of her beauty,

Has command over my will

We spend every moment we can,

And yet, can never get our fill.

Her personality seals the deal.

I shall remain with her forever.

I make a pact with myself this night,

To never lose this treasure.

- Joshua Stone -

IF....(Rahma Michael)

 
 

If Suffering is value of your love

Let me suffering in your love

If Tears is a relieving agent of your love

Let it flow through to finish your thirsty

If Waiting is the name of your love

Let me stayed in my Silence

If long pain is your love's language

I will take it as my lips decoration

If miss is your love's clothing

Let me wear it whole of my life

If Faithfulness is a breath of your love

Let me bring it till the death called me.......

 
 

You are my life

Alive in my breath

Smile in my happiness

Crying in my sadness.....

 
 

You are my soul

Let me go.....

Just for loving you, waiting for you than miss you

Whole of my life

With all of my heart...

In Faithfulness of your love

 
 

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Till someday....when I have never know...

Cause even though Love has been explained n expressed

But when Love coming.....

I got ashamed with my own explanation....

A Special World

A special world for you and me

A special bond one cannot see

It wraps us up in its cocoon

And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold

Gently nestling us to the fold

Like silken thread it holds us fast

Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break

A new one forms in its wake

To bind us closer and keep us strong

In a special world, where we belong.

- Sheelagh Lennon -

I'll always be here... always for you.

You are friendly, kind and caring

Sensitive, loyal and understanding

Humorous, fun, secure and true

Always there... yes that's you.

Special, accepting, exciting and wise

Truthful and helpful, with honest blue eyes

Confiding, forgiving, cheerful and bright

Yes that's you... not one bit of spite.

You're one of a kind, different from others

Generous, charming, but not one that smothers

Optimistic, thoughtful, happy and game

But not just another... in the long chain.

Appreciative, warm and precious like gold

Our friendship won't tarnish or ever grow old

You'll always be there, I know that is true

I'll always be here... always for you.

- Written and owned by Angela Lee Hillsley -

Friends

A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone we treasure
for our friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives
with beauty, joy, and grace.
And makes the whole world we live in
a better and happier place.

- Jean Kyler McManus -

I Wait

I wait for you,
anxious to see your face.

I stand and watch,
looking for the first sign of your arrival.

I finally see you,
I take a second look to make sure you're really there.

My pulse races and I crack a smile,
this is what I've been waiting for.

You begin to approach,
you say, "Sorry, I'm late."

I say, "No problem."
But I think to myself, 'I'd have waited forever.'

- Jordan Jones -

Freeze This Moment

We were sitting on your rooftop
Staring at the skies
The sun was dipping lower
I looked into your eyes
You saw what I was feeling
I know you felt it too
We wanted time to just stand still
Then forever there'd be me and you
Why can't we freeze this moment?
Return to it in time
Stay together through the years
Proclaim I'm yours and you are mine
So let us freeze this moment
Store it safely away
Even if we leave this place
We'll return to it someday

- Jenna Todd -

Mind Vs Heart

How does a person describe a feeling so rare

There are no words to tell it truthfully

It is like the waves of a calm, peaceful sea

Its voice quiet and seductive

As it reaches for the golden shore.

It is like the flutter of a butterfly's wing

The smallest glance of such beauty

Draws a smile to even the most uncaring beast.

The mind grasps those feelings tightly

And constricts the flow of kind, caring words

That long to be whispered softly.

Cautiously it tries to shelter and spare it self

The pain and hurt that often haunts such bold emotions

Still the relentless voice begging and pleading to be free

Will this battle never cease?

Between the protective mind

And the reckless emotional heart

 

Jenny Bevan

A FEW DAYS AGO.......

By Rahma Michael ...: D

A few days ago...

I found you... in the middle of my night

Came to my life...suddenly...

Like candle in the darkness

like moon on the sky night

like lamp in the cave....

A few days ago....

I found you... in the lonely of my night...

Impress my heart with your kindness...

Impress my mind with your smartness...

A few days ago....

I found you... in the blank of my heart...

Filled my heart with a lot of affection

filled my Life with new inspiration

Filled my mind with wonderful wisdom...

A Few days ago... I found you......

As wonderful blessing from God...

Being my grateful...Being my happiness...

A Few days ago... when I found you...

I found new never land...

I found new imagine...

That life more wonderful than before...

That life more precious than before...

Today... when I remember that night...

I just wanna say....

" Thank you for your being in my life "

" Thank you for your nice friendship "

Today... when I remember that night...

I just wanna pray...

" Wish God give you all the best in your life "

" Hope our friendship will be long-lasting "

A few days ago.... when I found you...

and Today... when I remember that night...

I just wanna say.... Thank you...

That I... can't stop loving you...

By Veronica Lukman

 

I'm trying to forget,
But it just make me sad..
While to look for a new one,
I think, I can't..

He has fulfilled my heart..
Thought, we'll never be apart..
But now, to stay away from him,
Is not as easy as what seemed..

I don't wanna say goodbye,
I'm afraid if then you'll cry..
But I have something to tell you,
Something... that is true..

From the deepest part of my heart,
And I'll try to say it hard..
'Coz these are my last words for you,
That I... can't stop loving you...

 

Dedicated to Rahma Micheal

RONDEL

Goodbye! the tears are in my eyes;

Farewell, farewell, my prettiest;

Farewell, of women born the best;

Good-bye! the saddest of good-byes.

Farewell! with many vows and sighs

My sad heart leaves you to your rest;

Farewell! the tears are in my eyes;

Farewell! from you my miseries

Are more than now may be confessed,

And most by thee have I been blessed,

Yea, and for thee have wasted sighs;

Goodbye! the last of my goodbyes.

FRANCOIS VILLON, 1460

SIZE AND TEARS

WHEN on the sandy shore I sit,
Beside the salt sea-wave,
And fall into a weeping fit
Because I dare not shave -
A little whisper at my ear
Enquires the reason of my fear.

I answer "If that ruffian Jones
Should recognize me here,
He'd bellow out my name in tones
Offensive to the ear:
He chaffs me so on being stout
(A thing that always puts me out)."

Ah me! I see him on the cliff!
Farewell, farewell to hope,
If he should look this way, and if
He's got his telescope!
To whatsoever place I flee,
My odious rival follows me!

For every night, and everywhere,
I meet him out at dinner;
And when I've found some charming fair,
And vowed to die or win her,
The wretch (he's thin and I am stout)
Is sure to come and cut me out!

The girls (just like them!) all agree
To praise J. Jones, Esquire:
I ask them what on earth they see
About him to admire?
They cry "He is so sleek and slim,
It's quite a treat to look at him!"

They vanish in tobacco smoke,
Those visionary maids -
I feel a sharp and sudden poke
Between the shoulder-blades -
"Why, Brown, my boy! You'r growing stout!"
(I told you he would find me out!)

"My growth is not YOUR business, Sir!"
"No more it is, my boy!
But if it's YOURS, as I infer,
Why, Brown, I give you joy!
A man, whose business prospers so,
Is just the sort of man to know!

"It's hardly safe, though, talking here -
I'd best get out of reach:
For such a weight as yours, I fear,
Must shortly sink the beach!" -
Insult me thus because I'm stout!
I vow I'll go and call him out!

Lewis Caroll

Smile, Smile, Smile

Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned

Yesterday's Mail; the casualties (typed small)
And (large) Vast Booty from our Latest Haul.
Also, they read of Cheap Homes, not yet planned;
For, said the paper, "When this war is done
The men's first instinct will be making homes.
Meanwhile their foremost need is aerodromes,
It being certain war has just begun.
Peace would do wrong to our undying dead, --
The sons we offered might regret they died
If we got nothing lasting in their stead.
We must be solidly indemnified.
Though all be worthy Victory which all bought,
We rulers sitting in this ancient spot
Would wrong our very selves if we forgot
The greatest glory will be theirs who fought,
Who kept this nation in integrity."
Nation? --  The half-limbed readers did not chafe
But smiled at one another curiously
Like secret men who know their secret safe.
This is the thing they know and never speak,
That England one by one had fled to France
(Not many elsewhere now save under France).
Pictures of these broad smiles appear each week,
And people in whose voice real feeling rings
Say:  How they smile!  They're happy now, poor things.

Wilfred Owen

To Sleep

O soft embalmer of the still midnight,

Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,

Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,

Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:

O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close

In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,

Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws

Around my bed its lulling charities.

Then save me, or the passed day will shine

Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,--

Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords

Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;

Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,

And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.

By John Keats

Portrait of a Lady

Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon

You have the scene arrange itself--as it will seem to do--

With "I have saved this afternoon for you";

And four wax candles in the darkened room,

Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,

An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb

Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.

We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole

Transmit the Preludes, through his hair and finger-tips.

"So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul

Should be resurrected only among friends

Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom

That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room."

--And so the conversation slips

Among velleities and carefully caught regrets

Through attenuated tones of violins

Mingled with remote cornets

And begins.

"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,

And how, how rare and strange it is, to find

In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends,

(For indeed I do not love it ... you knew? you are not blind!

How keen you are!)

To find a friend who has these qualities,

Who has, and gives

Those qualities upon which friendship lives.

How much it means that I say this to you--

Without these friendships--life, what cauchemar!"

Among the windings of the violins

And the ariettes

Of cracked cornets

Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins

Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,

Capricious monotone

That is at least one definite "false note."

--Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance,

Admire the monuments

Discuss the late events,

Correct our watches by the public clocks.

Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks.

The Tuft of Flowers

I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.

I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been,--alone,

`As all must be,' I said within my heart,
`Whether they work together or apart.'

But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly,

Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.

And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.

And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.

I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;

But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,

A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.

The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,

Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;

But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;

And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

`Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
`Whether they work together or apart.'

Robert Frost

THE GRAVE AND THE ROSE

The Grave said to the Rose,

'What of the dews of dawn,

Love's flower, what end is theirs?'

'And what of spirits flown,

The souls whereon doth close

The tomb's mouth unawares?'

The Rose said to the Grave.

The Rose said, 'In the shade

From the dawn's tears is made

A perfume faint and strange,

Amber and honey sweet.'

'And all the spirits fleet

Do suffer a sky-change,

More strangely than the dew,

To God's own angels new,'

The Grave said to the Rose.

VICTOR HUGO.

THE BIRTH OF LOVE

WHEN Love was born of heavenly line, 

What dire intrigues disturbed Cythera's joy!

 
Till Venus cried, "A mother's heart is mine; 

None but myself shall nurse my boy," 

But, infant as he was, the child 

In that divine embrace enchanted lay; 

And, by the beauty of the vase beguiled, 

Forgot the beverage--and pined away. 

"And must my offspring languish in my sight?" 

(Alive to all a mother's pain, 

The Queen of Beauty thus her court addressed) 

"No: Let the most discreet of all my train 

Receive him to her breast: 

Think all, he is the God of young delight." 

Then TENDERNESS with CANDOUR joined, 

And GAIETY the charming office sought; 

Nor even DELICACY stayed behind: 

But none of those fair Graces brought 

Wherewith to nurse the child--and still he pined. 

Some fond hearts to COMPLIANCE seemed inclined; 

But she had surely spoiled the boy: 

And sad experience forbade a thought 

On the wild Goddess of VOLUPTUOUS JOY. 

Long undecided lay th' important choice, 

Till of the beauteous court, at length, a voice 

Pronounced the name of HOPE:--The conscious child 

Stretched forth his little arms, and smiled. 

'Tis said ENJOYMENT (who averred

 
The charge belonged to her alone)

 
Jealous that HOPE had been preferred 

Laid snares to make the babe her own. 

Of INNOCENCE the garb she took, 

The blushing mien and downcast look; 

And came her services to proffer: 

And HOPE (what has not Hope believed!)

 
By that seducing air deceived, 

Accepted of the offer. 

It happened that, to sleep inclined, 

Deluded HOPE: for one short hour 

To that false INNOCENCE'S power 

Her little charge consigned. 

The Goddess then her lap with sweetmeats filled

 
And gave, in handfuls gave, the treacherous store: 

A wild delirium first the infant thrilled; 

But soon upon her breast he sunk--to wake no more. 

William Wordsworth