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Post by uofrhockeyman on Feb 11, 2005 6:30:41 GMT -5
Hey CG, you know you can delete posts here And dino, the poem would suck in italian Tink sleeps with the fishes.
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Post by Tink on Feb 12, 2005 1:10:33 GMT -5
pssst CG in french the colour comes after what it's describing... so it would be nuit noire ciel noire and lune blanche
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Post by CG on Feb 12, 2005 1:20:40 GMT -5
You'd think I'd have known that! Thanks, Tylar. (It's been deleted anyway!)
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Post by CG on Feb 18, 2005 1:12:57 GMT -5
We danced as lovers dance to music only we had heard. A slow beat to which we moved in perfect time, with perfect synch. Unhurried though each driven on, both knowing how the dance would end
We shared the lead as the tempo quickened. You followed me, I followed you, each wanting that conclusion as ageless passion demands its due. Our cries loud as bodies yield, sounds from deep within escaped to alert close neighbors to the simultaneous climax of our dance.
The music softened, mellow in its final strains. We curled together our contented bodies, our cries at last subdued, and only now a gentle purring. In this quietness our muffled moans yell out a thousand words of utter joy, in celebration of our dance, in recognition of our love.
We laughed and played a while although our dance had ended. Naked, you fed me grapes -- a piece of chocolate pressed to my lips, combining with the sweetness of your essence that still lingered in my mouth. Bodies young, if but in our minds, still needing gentle caring touch still needing tender lasting love. The beat has changed, soft music now, after the dance is over.
~RWB
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Post by CG on Apr 10, 2005 13:54:45 GMT -5
Though Valentine's Day has come and gone, I still think this is the greatest love poem ever written!
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, In life after life, in age after age forever. My spell-bound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms In life after life, in age after age forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain, Its ancient tale of being apart or together, As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time: You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount At the heart of time love of one for another. We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell - Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever:
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you, The love of all man's days both past and forever: Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life, The memories of all loves merging with this one of ours - And the songs of every poet both past and forever
~ Rabindranath Tagore [/i]
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