The Road Less Traveled, by Robert Frost.
For those of you who (gasp) don't know it or haven't memorized it like I have, here it is:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
For it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.
Yep Ive allways loved that one. Not a bad idea about a poems thread, ill have to dig some out
Parmenion
Stars
Have you seen the Star in the Apple?
Have you seen the Star in the Pear?
Have you seen the Stars down in the Sea,
up in the Sky, and everywhere?
The Star behind the Flower,
the Stars hold Love's True Power.
For these Stars are Signs from God
and all of Life's pure Truth,
They are Signs of Purest Love
true Compassion, everlasting Youth.
Telling us of the Circle,
the great big Circle of Life.
And how We are All Connected,
how everyone is Alive.
Trying to make it known,
True Life is something Great
That there should be no negativity,
no violence or hate.
The Stars carry that simple message, the way that things should be.
The Stars say open your heart,
open your heart and you shall see.
True Life is all around us
If your heart is open, then you will see
From the Stars up in the Sky
to the Stars down in the Sea.
In the Apple, in the Pear,
from the Earthworm to the Bear,
behind every Flower,
these Stars hold God's True Power,
The Connection of All Life can always be found
In the Stars, in your heart, in your Spirit, and all around.
Poems, good idea. Here are a couple of poems by a little known artist... me!
Blown away by the pointlessness,
the fields of red,
it all happened so quickly,
and they're so quick to forget.
All in the name of peace,
for the good of mankind,
kill the devil! the tyrant!
machines that chop, dice and kill,
and all in the name of peace.
Will they remember in 50 years, 25 or 5?
another headline forgotten,
another tear-jerker,
another subject for dicussion and disection,
just another T.V news special.
Our father who art in heaven,
who hath made us in his image,
what a joke your religion has become,
we have squandered what you have given,
blasphemed in your name.
We'll protect your covenant,
by imposing it on others,
and killing the rest,
don't worry, its all in your name.
Love thy neighour, but don't get caught,
though shalt not steal, very much,
live by the sword,
ashes for ashes, its all for nothing,
the pious men have all lost touch.
Hi everyone,
I think I have an idea for a new forum topic, called poems for thought. There, any poems can be posted...
poems about spirituality, or other things of importantce. Here is one, one that I feel should be given lots of thought by alot of the people who destroy the world around us...
Put Yourself in the Place...
put yourself in the place of the chopped down Tree
the Flower who gets cut for decoration
never allowed to be free
people think they own you
think you belong to them
doing with you what they please
cruelty with no end
put yourself in the cage of the lab Rats
with ears growing on your back
fed pesticides
left to fester
a rusty rotten black
put yourself in the place of the Animals who roam
the Forest constantly shrinking
chopped away - you have no home
picture yourself flattened
on the side of some barren road
where once stood a Tree of Life
now asphault strips your home
you have nowhere to go
you're lost amidst the grid
the nasty lines and all the pavement
the signs, the dome locked lid
put yourself in the place of the beaten pet
always having to worry, always having to fret
about when the next punch will be thrown
the next kick delivered
when all you ever did is love
yet in fear now you quiver
or maybe in some forgotten shelter
you have been forced to live
abandoned for an unknown reason
no love from anyone, no one willing to give
where do you turn now, what do you do
this is what happens to the poor Animals
the Plants and Trees,
what if it were you?
how would you like it then,
would it still be only fair
to be chopped up for your skin
to make something fancy to wear
would it still then be ok
to be chopped at the top of your feet
to make things like cups and plates
that for one second hold food to eat
and then get tossed away in a garbage
without a moments care
it took you hundreds of years to grow
now one minute?
is that fair?
put yourself in the place of the chopped down Tree
the Flower who gets cut for decoration
all those who should be free
put yourself in the cage of the lab Rat
in the place of the Animals who roam
all the innocent who are maimed
left abandoned and alone
put yourself in the place of the Forests
all the Spirits who are pure and real
just put yourself in all those places
how then do you think you would feel?