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Originally Posted by WraIth:
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Afarã ninge prãpãdind,
Iubita cântã la clavir, -- Si târgul stã întunecat, De parcã ninge-n cimitir. Iubita cântã-un mars funebru, iar eu nedumerit mã mir : De ce sã cânte-un mars funebru... Si ninge ca-ntr-un cimitir. Ea plânge si-a cazut pe clape, Si geme greu ca în delir... În dezacord clavirul moare, Si ninge ca-ntr-un cimitir. Si plâng si eu si tremurând Pe umeri pletele-i resfir... Afarã târgul stã pustiu, Si ninge ca-ntr-un cimitir. |
mai kacpot mai.....tu de unde iei asha poezii
nu-mi spune ca din cap.... ninge in cimitir:huh: cine scria ceva de genu'asta...cum il cheama-ceva cu un abator,cu sange,nush ce a da bacovia |
shtiu ca nu are leg. cu poezia dar Cioran mi se pare cel mai tare pesimist ... akolo deprimare nu la Bacovia...
A friend A friend is what i thought i had a while ago A friend is what i thought he was A friend in need, a friend in sorrow and in pain, A friend the way i thought a friend is like A friend who smiles and laughs When i am falling ... A friend no more, a substitute. |
Mircea Cãrtãrescu
Dã lãbuþa (vei da ºi boticul) Cri, dã-mi mânuþa ºi fii atentã: e toamnã arborescentã ºi nori în amestec cu stele curg peste autoturismele de pe ºosele. prin toamnã priveºti ca prin rigla de plastic din clasa-ntâia: fantastic se vedea-nvãþãtoarea ocolitã de curcubeu. trãim într-un televizor color cu sonorul dat încetiºor... în culori peruzea, lila, ecosez zâmbim obraz lângã obraz, împreunã ca Frank Sinatra ºi Joan Baez sau ca doi hamsteri sub un clar de luna. Cri a mea, Cri cu tâmplele sidefii. mi-au cam ieºit fumurile de celebritate din cap ºi viaþa literarã mi se pare mai departe decât insulele Malvine ºi fâºnetele de pe stradã mi se par pure obiecte estetice... nu îmi mai decupez cronicile din reviste, nu mai "acord" interviuri: tot ce a fost genialoid în mine mã face acum sã zâmbesc. ºtii cât mã obseda structura materiei? cât îl iubeam pe Dylan Thomas? ºtii cum plângeam ascultând "E perfect, mamã"? acum mentalitatea mea de producãtor s-a transformat într-una de consumator ºi nu mai simt nevoia sã-mi cultiv obsesiile, sã-mi întreþin nefericirea. visãtoria mea tristã s-a resorbit acum, când ai rãsãrit deasupra mea, cu neoane curbe, de curcubeu. Cri, dragã eu. trec autoturisme absente pe ºosele fluorescente. va veni spic de zãpadã ºi va fi altfel coloratã fiecare piatrã de pe stradã o sã viscoleascã peste parbrize, capote iar noi, sub plapuma de satin vom citi la caldurã Truman Capote în miros de scorþiºoarã ºi vin. în televizorul color cu sonorul dat încetiºor din pãrul tãu oricare fir, ºuviþã ºi franj va fi dublat cu frez, ciclamen ºi oranj (culorile nefiind bine reglate), Cri a mea cu tâmple perlate. ºtiu acum cã viaþa exista ca sã fie trãitã asta înveþi de fapt de la o femeie: cã nu eºti nemuritor cã nu eºti tot una cu universul chiar dacã eºti un mic univers. ºtiu acum cã nici un poem nu a schimbat viaþa nimãnui. dã lãbuþa (vei da ºi boticul) toamna îºi agaþã baticul în pomii turcoaz. noi hoinãrim prin fototapetul cu frunze gãlbui ºi cer de atlaz. |
Originally Posted by WraIth:
Da el e si pe deasupra lumea il alinta Jackpot. Dar hai sa recunoastem toti stim poezia cu Copy-Paste nu? Ca doar nu ne-am facut poeti peste noapte nu? |
eram grabit jack:D
ma gandeam shi eu......cunosc cativa care scriu ei pesonal de aia |
The happiest day- the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown. Of power! said I? yes! such I ween; But they have vanish'd long, alas! The visions of my youth have been- But let them pass. And, pride, what have I now with thee? Another brow may even inherit The venom thou hast pour'd on me Be still, my spirit! The happiest day- the happiest hour Mine eyes shall see- have ever seen, The brightest glance of pride and power, I feel- have been: But were that hope of pride and power Now offer'd with the pain Even then I felt- that brightest hour I would not live again: For on its wing was dark alloy, And, as it flutter'd- fell An essence- powerful to destroy A soul that knew it well. |
Originally Posted by WraIth:
Nu inteleg, poezia trebuie sa fie roz? |
Nu fara nici o indoiala..nu-mi prea place pozia,dar nici nu ashi citi prea exagerat
am dat peste unele care era de-a dreptul aiurite shi sadice pe deasupra damn bine ca nu am asah ceva |
So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime, When Nature sleeps and stars are mute, To mar the silence ev'n with lute. At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes An image of Elysium lies: Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven, Form in the deep another seven: Endymion nodding from above Sees in the sea a second love. Within the valleys dim and brown, And on the spectral mountain's crown, The wearied light is dying down, And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky Are redolent of sleep, as I Am redolent of thee and thine Enthralling love, my Adeline. But list, O list,- so soft and low Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow, That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem My words the music of a dream. Thus, while no single sound too rude Upon thy slumber shall intrude, Our thoughts, our souls- O God above! In every deed shall mingle, love. |
Jackpot mareste-ti numarul de mesaje in alta parte te rog. Thx
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Allen Ginsberg - Ballad Of The Skeletons
Said the Presidential Skeleton I won't sign the bill Said the Speaker skeleton Yes you will Said the Representative Skeleton I object Said the Supreme Court skeleton Whaddya expect Said the Miltary skeleton Buy Star Bombs Said the Upperclass Skeleton Starve unmarried moms Said the Yahoo Skeleton Stop dirty art Said the Right Wing skeleton Forget about yr heart Said the Gnostic Skeleton The Human Form's divine Said the Moral Majority skeleton No it's not it's mine Said the Buddha Skeleton Compassion is wealth Said the Corporate skeleton It's bad for your health Said the Old Christ skeleton Care for the Poor Said the Son of God skeleton AIDS needs cure Said the Homophobe skeleton Gay folk suck Said the Heritage Policy skeleton Blacks're outa luck Said the Macho skeleton Women in their place Said the Fundamentalist skeleton Increase human race Said the Right-to-Life skeleton Foetus has a soul Said Pro Choice skeleton Shove it up your hole Said the Downsized skeleton Robots got my job Said the Tough-on-Crime skeleton Tear gas the mob Said the Governor skeleton Cut school lunch Said the Mayor skeleton Eat the budget crunch Said the Neo Conservative skeleton Homeless off the street! Said the Free Market skeleton Use 'em up for meat Said the Think Tank skeleton Free Market's the way Said the Saving & Loan skeleton Make the State pay Said the Chrysler skeleton Pay for you & me Said the Nuke Power skeleton & me & me & me Said the Ecologic skeleton Keep Skies blue Said the Multinational skeleton What's it worth to you? Said the NAFTA skeleton Get rich, Free Trade, Said the Maquiladora skeleton Sweat shops, low paid Said the rich GATT skeleton One world, high tech Said the Underclass skeleton Get it in the neck Said the World Bank skeleton Cut down your trees Said the I.M.F. skeleton Buy American cheese Said the Underdeveloped skeleton We want rice Said Developed Nations' skeleton Sell your bones for dice Said the Ayatollah skeleton Die writer die Said Joe Stalin's skeleton That's no lie Said the Middle Kingdom skeleton We swallowed Tibet Said the Dalai Lama skeleton Indigestion's whatcha get Said the World Chorus skeleton That's their fate Said the U.S.A. skeleton Gotta save Kuwait Said the Petrochemical skeleton Roar Bombers roar! Said the Psychedelic skeleton Smoke a dinosaur Said Nancy's skeleton Just say No Said the Rasta skeleton Blow Nancy Blow Said Demagogue skeleton Don't smoke Pot Said Alcoholic skeleton Let your liver rot Said the Junkie skeleton Can't we get a fix? Said the Big Brother skeleton Jail the dirty pricks Said the Mirror skeleton Hey good looking Said the Electric Chair skeleton Hey what's cooking? Said the Talkshow skeleton Fuck you in the face Said the Family Values skeleton My family values mace Said the NY Times skeleton That's not fit to print Said the CIA skeleton Cantcha take a hint? Said the Network skeleton Believe my lies Said the Advertising skeleton Don't get wise! Said the Media skeleton Believe you me Said the Couch-potato skeleton What me worry? Said the TV skeleton Eat sound bites Said the Newscast skeleton That's all Goodnight |
In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace- Radiant palace- reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion- It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow, (This- all this- was in the olden Time long ago,) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away. Wanderers in that happy valley, Through two luminous windows, saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting (Porphyrogene!) In state his glory well-befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen. And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king. But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate. (Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the red-litten windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a ghastly rapid river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh- but smile no more. |
Originally Posted by BeNnY:
yawn! crystal white out the window snow is falling . . . white everywhere I look the howling of a wolf late at night . . . I spring up awake headless snowman . . . the only snow left in the schoolyard the warm barn . . . cows mooing chomping their cuds of hay power out . . . the flickering of the candle in the kitchen the igloo is melting . . . snow falls off the white tree tops so sad, so blue no white could confort me the end of winter :( |
Originally Posted by Gaandalf:
Si ce gasesc acolo? Leon 9/10 asta e spam? Vezi la acum pe ecrane |
Poezia mea:
"Credeam C-o Vad Venind... Dar N-a venit." :happy: Eminescu, Move over buddie :sleep: |
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
"Whose heart-strings are a lute"; None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends tell), Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell Of his voice, all mute. Tottering above In her highest noon, The enamored moon Blushes with love, While, to listen, the red levin (With the rapid Pleiads, even, Which were seven,) Pauses in Heaven. And they say (the starry choir And the other listening things) That Israfeli's fire Is owing to that lyre By which he sits and sings- The trembling living wire Of those unusual strings. But the skies that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty- Where Love's a grown-up God- Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned song; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit- Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervor of thy lute- Well may the stars be mute! Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely- flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky. |
Am inteles ca se poate si in romana! :)
ULTIMUL, ULTIMA Ultimul poet va scrie ultima poezie Cu unghia, Pe o halcã de slãninã. Noi doi putem sta linistiti, porcule, ªirul poetilor de dupã mine se stinge hãt dupa orizont ªi tu nu esti ultimul porc Ce aþine calea unui poet. Uite, a mai cazut o stea - S-a mai dus un poet, A mai cãzut o ghindã - Se mai ingraºã un porc. |
Originally Posted by ogto:
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