Just a mixture of poems this week of love, friendship and some silliness.
I AM NOT YOURS – By Sara Teasdale
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love – put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
FRIENDSHIP – By Alexander Pushkin
What’s friendship? The hangover’s faction,
The gratis talk of outrage,
Exchange by vanity, inaction,
or bitter shame of patronage.
THE HOURGLASS – Ben Johnson
Consider this small dust here running in the glass,
By atoms moved;
Could you believe that this body was
Of one that loved?
And in his mistress’ flame, playing like a fly
Turned to cinders by her eye:
Yes; and in death, as life, unblessed,
To have it expressed,
Even ashes of lovers find no rest.
A SILLY POEM – By Spike Milligan
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I’ll draw a sketch of thee,
what kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?
MRS MOON – By Roger McGough
sitting up in the sky
little old lady
with a ball of fading light
and silvery needles
knitting the night.
CAKE – By Roger McGough
I wanted one life
you wanted another
we couldn’t have our cake
so we ate each other
============================================================================= THERE YOU ARE – By Anna
The golden sand on the beach
how it trickles through my fingers
the sea that slowly draws in
as the Moon above
shines and glistens
on the water
I look to the stars
shooting across the sky
appears the largest star
and as I lay here on the sand
looking up and there you are
Have a good weekend and stay safe,
Song To The Moon – Antonin Dvorak