If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

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I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

For: Louis Nizer-“The excitement has never diminished.” #BeWoW

Spring and Winter i by William Shakespeare

WHEN daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!–O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!–O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

For: #BeWoW

“Nature always wears the colours of the spirit” by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Cold Fence by Thomas & Dianne Jones CC BY 2.0

Nature always wears the colours of the spirit
Could be cold, hot, windy, sunny or any climate
Nature becomes me, going with or against the flow
Every day is different, enjoying the sun, the rain or snow
On top of the world, we kissed and nature’s our witness
Look around us, trees, birds, hills – they’re all breathless
Daffodils are popping out, cheerful bulbs burst into life
Spring is here, part of our life now and the afterlife
Summer morning, all serene, flower’s scent is heaven
Starting the day on this bright day, clouds like cotton
Autumn’s golden voice, sings with birds and flowers
Don’t forget the palm, coconut, banana trees and firs
Leaves had fallen on cold days, winter is wonderful
Time to have our Christmas tree with tinsel and bauble
Reflection through an early dawn or the lovely sunset
Admiring some stone friezes curved with rosette

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

 

For: Photo Challenge # 94: January 5, 2016, Miniature Writing Challenge #24 – Quote and #BeWoW and Writer’s Quote Wednesday

Thank You Lord by Gary R. Ferris – #BeWow

Sometimes I stop and wonder,

Why you’re still here;

Or what is good about me,

And why you even care.
*****
You’re always there with me,

To help me out each day;

Even though I seldom listen,

To the words you have to say.
*****
The things I always pray for,

I know they will come true;

My joy and peace you give me,

When each day is new.
*****
You continue to forgive me,

For all that I have done;

When nights are filled with sorrow,

The day will bring the sun.
*****

In days full of trouble,

And friends won’t say hi;

I know you will be there with me,

To take me if I die.
*****
For who am I to deserve,

The grace you have shown;

Thank you Lord for keeping me,

When life for me was cold.
*****

Written 10-29-90

For: #BeWoW

To Her Father with Some Verses by Anne Bradstreet – #BeWoW

It would have been my father’s birthday on Saturday. So here’s a poem for him, wherever he was ❤

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Most truly honoured, and as truly dear,
If worth in me or ought I do appear,
Who can of right better demand the same
Than may your worthy self from whom it came?
The principal might yield a greater sum,
Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crumb;
My stock’s so small I know not how to pay,
My bond remains in force unto this day;
Yet for part payment take this simple mite,
Where nothing’s to be had, kings loose their right.
Such is my debt I may not say forgive,
But as I can, I’ll pay it while I live;
Such is my bond, none can discharge but I,
Yet paying is not paid until I die.

For: #BeWoW

Hope by Emily Bronte – #BeWoW

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Hope was but a timid friend;
She sat without the grated den,
Watching how my fate would tend,
Even as selfish-hearted men.

She was cruel in her fear;
Through the bars, one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there,
And she turned her face away!

Like a false guard, false watch keeping,
Still, in strife, she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping;
If I listened, she would cease.

False she was, and unrelenting;
When my last joys strewed the ground,
Even Sorrow saw, repenting,
Those sad relics scattered round;

Hope, whose whisper would have given
Balm to all my frenzied pain,
Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
Went, and ne’er returned again!

For: #BeWoW

Childhood by Rainer Maria Rilke – #BeWow and Nurt Thurs

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It would be good to give much thought, before
you try to find words for something so lost,
for those long childhood afternoons you knew
that vanished so completely –and why?

We’re still reminded–: sometimes by a rain,
but we can no longer say what it means;
life was never again so filled with meeting,
with reunion and with passing on

as back then, when nothing happened to us
except what happens to things and creatures:
we lived their world as something human,
and became filled to the brim with figures.

And became as lonely as a shepherd
and as overburdened by vast distances,
and summoned and stirred as from far away,
and slowly, like a long new thread,
introduced into that picture-sequence
where now having to go on bewilders us.

For: #BeWoW and Nurturing Thursday

I. Peace by Rupert Brooke – #BeWow and Nurt Thurs

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Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour,
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping,
With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary,
Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move,
And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,
And all the little emptiness of love!

Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
Where there’s no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
Nothing to shake the laughing heart’s long peace there
But only agony, and that has ending;
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.

For: #BeWoW and Nurturing Thursday