Beautiful Irish Poem

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on March 31, 2009 at 3:03pm

THE CHOICE

The intellect of man is forced to choose
Perfection of the life,or of the work,
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion,raging in the dark.
When all that story`s finished,What`s the news?
In luck or out the toil has left its mark:
That old perplexity an empty purse,
Or the day`s vanity,the night`s remorse.

William Butler Yeats....1932

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on April 1, 2009 at 2:22pm

Life`s Awakening,

How can`t we cherish ?
Amaze by the new Beginning,
Time stand still,for keeps and changes
To hold and admire, for ever foolish.

Care for and relate to as well
We envy ourselves and youth,
With no time`s influence we dwell
Comtemplating our desire.

Always time stopping
Never growing old in the season,
Innocent and true for being
Without awareness of effects we bring.

Dreams of olds,dreams of tomorrow
For freshness and new,fade away
Time stood and won reality
Amazing are we in the new born day,
Our heart wide open.

From me to you all........................................

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on April 1, 2009 at 9:07pm

Dia dhuit a Lady Dianne,
Ya could`nt sleep last night and woke up.....cause I had this in my head....lol
Having hard time with rymes and words,thank you so much for your super nice comments Lady Dianne,such kindness you have........

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on April 1, 2009 at 9:49pm

Dia dhuit a Lady Dianne,
lol........not the time to sleep yet Lady Dianne ....over here it is 4.49 pm.
Supper coming soon............and I like and understand when you express yourself Lady Dianne......your a great soul and now got my mind on you....lol
Warmth and joy in your heart Lady Dianne....

Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on April 1, 2009 at 9:03pm

Dia dhuit a Lady Dianne,
So nice to relate and your so kind lady Dianne

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Permalink Reply by Walter on April 3, 2009 at 8:04pm

A wise man once told me that ‘this is not a dress rehearsal – we have one life to live – and, we don’t get the opportunity to come back and do it all over again.’ In keeping with your poem – ‘How can’t we cherish? – Life’ Awakening’ – let all our hearts be ‘wide open’ as you advocate – and to savour life as you so aptly demonstrate in this poem and other comments in LI.

Walter . . .

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on April 3, 2009 at 9:24pm

Dia dhuit a Walter,
So appreciate your comments Walter,and everybody here will approve
that you are a man of great wisdom and understanding,many thanks

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on April 7, 2009 at 2:24pm

THE HAWK

`Call down the hawk from the air;
Let him be hooded or caged
Till the yellow eye has grown mild,
For larder and spit are bare,
The old cook enraged,
The scullion gone wild.`

`I will not be clapped in a hood,
Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist,
Now I have learnt to be proud
Hovering over the wood
In the broken mist
Or tumbling cloud.`

`What tumbling cloud did you cleave,
Yellow-eyed hawk of the mind,
Last evening? that I,who had sat
Dumbfounded before a knave,
Should give to my friend
A pretence of wit.`

William Butler Yeats...........1916

Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on April 8, 2009 at 12:52pm

Dia dhuit a Lady Dianne,
Hawk is a priviledge bird,for he can enjoy the vastness of the sky,and is free to rom wherever he whants,
Two Hawk together is the ultimate Lady Dianne,so glad you`ve enjoyed....May the two Hawks bless your day and protect you.....Dia dhuit ar Maidin..........

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on April 9, 2009 at 1:44pm

THE MAIDEN

So pure and wide this Maiden heart was..
To feel so clearly,immaculate,
The righteous way she was born
To show the purpose of goodness to beggars.

Blinded eye she heal with passion
Nature of her soul came freely,
Knowing no other way,was with I to stay
So cherish treasure,to last for ever.

She came from nowhere,and dropped by
To be found eternal throught time,
With no end insight the essence of my heart
She`ll be for ever ,mind and soul.

Yearning for I always did,to seek her ways
She showed her path for existence,
Was caught gently in her flow drifting
To follow for ever tranquility her sway,
And ease a suffering heart.

This from me to you all
And mostly a special friend so dear to me, Lady Dianne,

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on April 9, 2009 at 6:25pm

Dia dhuit a lady Dianne,
So easy it to was describe such a wonderfull Lady as you Dianne,
With such great respect I admire,may this day be sunny and bright as your soul is

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Permalink Reply by Deragon Pierre on April 14, 2009 at 1:40pm

Brown Penny

I wispered, `I am to young,`
And then,`I am old enought`;
Wherefore I threw a penny

To find out if I might love.
`Go and love,go and love,young man,
If the lady be young and fair.`
Ah,penny,brown penny,brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enought
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah,penny,brown penny,brown penny,
One cannot begin it to soon.

William Butler Yeats................1910.....so great logic

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