Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
Those lips are thine- thy own sweet smiles I see,
The same that oft in childhood solaced me;
Voice only fails, else, how distinct they say,
'Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away! '
The meek intelligence of those dear eyes
(Blest be the art that can immortalize,
The art that baffles time's tyrannic claim
To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
'And has the Sun his flaming chariot driven
Two hundred times around the ring of heaven,
Since Science first, with all her sacred train,
Beneath yon roof began her heavenly reign?
While thus I mused, methought, before mine eyes,
The Power of EDUCATION seemed to rise;
Not she whose rigid precepts trained the boy
Dead to the sense of every finer joy;
Nor that vile wretch who bade the tender age
Spurn Reason's law and humour Passion's rage;
God created me and he created
you just at different times.
He looked at both and was pleased
with his creation. He smiled
and said, "a job well done." Then came the time I looked into
your eyes and face and saw
the love. You held out your arms
as we held each other close, I
laid my head upon your chest,
closed my eyes and whispered,
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which Titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall;
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
Oh, you beloved reflex.....
not always constant...
gotta keep you there...
and it ain't easy but simple...
bringing you, comes with the bit dose of dopamine ......
and it ain't hard bringing you...
and how to forget the special...
resonant effect that comes with thou...
The high prince is coming soon
when stars dance with moon
There's yet magic to be found
so cast off those lonesome blues
Destined for dancing
in your dazzling glass slippers
Hearts were made for love
at the hour they feel magic
look at me and smile
show me that you see
show me that I'm more to you,
than just another nobody
i woke up this morning
and thought of you while
i was brushing my teeth.
that's the poem right there.
My baby blue, why do you keep on crying,
All dressed up, satin ribbon in your hair?
The sun is up and red birdies are flying,
And a fluffy bunny is on the porch stair.
There are colorful toys, filled with joys,
Our frisky kitty is waiting eagerly to play,
And laughter is, after all, the best noise,
So let your pretty smile chase blues away!