Feb 05

Famous Poem: Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Feb 04

Lights Turn Off – Four Short Poems

Lights Turn Off is a collection of 4 short poems making up the same title which are all inspired by a recent suicide event that took place and affected the family. Though I did not know this person, my wife did and it has affects on even the people who play small parts in one’s life.

Lights Turn Off

Sometimes a light

cannot see all the brightness

that surrounds it

until it dims and flickers out

 

One action in a despairing moment

one pause or simple delay

would have shown you

help was on it’s way

 

Marked by day

masked by night

you never fell

you never gave up

you always did what was right

 

Perhaps my struggle felt too real

or life too fake and full of false hope

perhaps I never knew enough

or maybe I knew too much for bliss

perhaps I wanted to explore the other side

or simply couldn’t take it anymore

 

-Poem by Justin Germino

Feb 04

Famous Poem: The Cat And The Moon by William Butler Yeats

The Cat and the Moon

The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.

Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.

Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.

Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet.

What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.

Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.

Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.

Poem by William Butler Yeats

Jan 28

Famous Poem: Cats Dream by Pablo Neruda

 

Cats Dream

How neatly a cat sleeps,
Sleeps with its paws and its posture,
Sleeps with its wicked claws,
And with its unfeeling blood,
Sleeps with ALL the rings a series
Of burnt circles which have formed
The odd geology of its sand-colored tail.
I should like to sleep like a cat,
With all the fur of time,
With a tongue rough as flint,
With the dry sex of fire and
After speaking to no one,
Stretch myself over the world,
Over roofs and landscapes,
With a passionate desire
To hunt the rats in my dreams.
I have seen how the cat asleep
Would undulate, how the night flowed
Through it like dark water and at times,
It was going to fall or possibly
Plunge into the bare deserted snowdrifts.
Sometimes it grew so much in sleep
Like a tiger’s great-grandfather,
And would leap in the darkness over
Rooftops, clouds and volcanoes.
Sleep, sleep cat of the night with
Episcopal ceremony and your stone-carved moustache.

Take care of all our dreams
Control the obscurity
Of our slumbering prowess
With your relentless HEART
And the great ruff of your tail.

Poem by Pablo Neruda

Jan 27

Poem: Moments in Tune

Moments in Tune

Like the petal
on a plucked flower
one, two, three
she loves me
she loves me not

Music elating moods
songs of love
and melodies
of vast glee

Moments in tune
with forces of love
found in ever hour
of every day

So capture that moment
when you see a smile
handshake, hug or laugh
or create the moment

-Poem by Justin Germino

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