MesMorial Wrote:
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> Well I read your "Decapitated Kiss", and it was
> well executed ((no) pun). It was creative with
> nice rhymes, images and flow.
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> I like the message in the lyrics you posted.
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> Another lyrical poem I like is this:
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> "THE DARK HOUR"
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> by W.H. Davies
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> "And now, when merry winds do blow,
> And rain makes trees look fresh,
> An overpowering staleness holds
> This mortal flesh.
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> Though well I love to feel the rain,
> And be by winds well blown --
> The mystery of mortal life
> Doth press me down.
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> And, In this mood, come now what will,
> Shine Rainbow, Cuckoo call;
> There is no thing in Heaven or Earth
> Can lift my soul.
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> I know not where this state comes from --
> No cause for grief I know;
> The Earth around is fresh and green,
> Flowers near me grow.
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> I sit between two fair rose trees;
> Red roses on my right,
> And on my left side roses are
> A lovely white.
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> The little birds are full of joy,
> Lambs bleating all the day;
> The colt runs after the old mare,
> And children play.
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> And still there comes this dark, dark hour --
> Which is not borne of Care;
> Into my heart it creeps before
> I am aware."
I love Davies' Poem 'The Dark Hour' - it is touching and yet has a very strange shadow on it, what I quite enjoy.
'I know not where this state comes from --
No cause for grief I know;
The Earth around is fresh and green,
Flowers near me grow.'
My favorite paragraph - I love the way he shows life in the Earth beneath us and the
uk flowers by post that grow around us. Unconditionally. It has a very fragile character for everything vanishes one day (Flowers in Winter, for example) but still there is a lot of life in them and they manage to come back eventually. So no matter how dark our darkest hour might be and how long it lasts, we always have a chance of coming back.