torsdag den 30. september 2010

A poem

If those I loved were lost
The Crier's voice would tell me --
If those I loved were found
The bells of Ghent would ring --

Did those I loved repose
The Daisy would impel me.
Philip -- when bewildered
Bore his riddle in!

- qrrez

tirsdag den 28. september 2010

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

This is not my own poetry, but one of my all time favorite poems

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

by Robert Frost

- qrrez
Grit my teeth
bite my tongue
keep my cool

Clench my fists
take deep breaths
anger keeps rising

Self control slipping
frustration more visible
at a loss for the
right words

Thoughts are raging
emotions running rampant
how can I do this?

- qrrez

mandag den 27. september 2010

Some words about oneday

    There is coming a day when no heartaches shall come No more clouds in the sky, no more tears to dim the eye. All is peace forevermore on that happy golden shore, What a day, glorious day that will be.
          There'll be no sorrow there, no more burdens to bear,
           No more sickness, no pain, no more parting over there;
           And forever I will be with the One who died for me,
           What a day, glorious day that will be.

Hope you like the poetry - qrrez