12th sentences from literature, actually 5th poems

It was Joyce (PA grandma) who started a column of jokes and words of wisdom on this Depression forum, and whose last column was on 5/1/2018, and who passed away not long after that.

I helped her with her column for about a week and got used to looking up sayings so that I could do that column. So, recently I'm looking around under authors and comments they’ve printed, and it reminds me of those sayings that I put in the column.

And it reminds me of Joyce.

This is actually the 5th set of poems:

“Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.”
― W.H. Auden, New Year Letter


Oh, Shame on the Mothers of Mortals,
Who do not Stop to Teach
Of the Sorrow that lies
in Sweet, Silent Eyes
The Sorrow that has no Speech

For the same Force formed the Camel
That Fashioned Man and King
And the God of The Whole
Gave a Spark of Soul
To Each Furred and Feathered Thing
Old Arabian poem

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Richer than I you can never be,
I had a mother who read to me.
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What Counts
by Edgar Guest
It isn't the money you're making, it isn't the clothes you wear,
And it isn't the skill of your good right hand which makes folks really care.
It's the smile on your face and the light of your eye and the burdens that you bear.

Most any old man can tell you, most any old man at all,
Who has lived through all sorts of weather, winter and summer and fall,
That riches and fame are shadows that dance on the garden wall.

It's how do you live and neighbor, how do you work and play,
It's how do you say "good morning" to the people along the way,
And it's how do you face your troubles whenever your skies are gray.

It's you, from the dawn to nighttime; you when the day is fair,
You when the storm is raging - how do you face despair?
It is you that the world discovers, whatever the clothes you wear.

You to the end of the journey, kindly and brave and true,
The best and the worst of you gleaming in all that you say and do,
And the thing that counts isn't money, or glory, or power, but YOU!

HT said:

As the mountain is high and mighty,
we be small,
alas we grow as we climb;
reach we do;
the summit-
now we too are high,
and as mighty
as the mountain.

As Julie Andrews put it in the Sound of Music:

"Climb ev'ry mountain
"Ford ev'ry stream
"Follow ev'ry rainbow
"'Til you find your dream"

Hear it on youtube.com. 1965. Climb Every Mountain

HT said:

"andrews, is it her original work, i wonder?

"Mine, are!

"Not on youtube!"

HT, you are right. After I posted the response to your first reply, I thought, I didn't even give any credit to HT's original poem, which I thought was one of his best.

So, I'm glad you corrected that.

HT's original poem was:

As the mountain is high and mighty,
we be small,
alas we grow as we climb;
reach we do;
the summit-
now we too are high,
and as mighty
as the mountain.
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Very good. Again, I think it's one of your best. Do you think these up on the spur of the moment?
Again, I think you should write them down.

As for Julie Andrews, who you referred to as "andrews," you asked, "is it her original work, i wonder?"

Well, I looked it up. It turned out that Julie did not write "Climb Every Mountain" that was featured in "The Sound of Music." It, and the other songs in the 1965 movie, were written by Rogers (composer) and Hammerstein (lyrics).

Put your poem to music and you'll have a song.

Had a amazingly rough week
Can not think of anything .

Postings are great!

That's a nice thing to say Tim Tam. Trina's presence does speak volumes.

Hugs, Karen...

Man are my ears red!!!

Thank you both so much.... again no words...happy reason this time!!

You are so welcome, we speak the truth...

Hugs, Karen...

HT:

Your original poem above was:

As the mountain is high and mighty,
we be small,
alas we grow as we climb;
reach we do;
the summit-
now we too are high,
and as mighty
as the mountain.
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about which I said:

"Very good. Again, I think it's one of your best. Do you think these up on the spur of the moment?
"Again, I think you should write them down."
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And now you say:

"TT, can be a thought, a vision in my head, a cloud, a feeling. Sometimes completely random, causation is usually a key word.
"Cheers. HT"

Net says "causation" is:

"the action of causing or producing. the relation of cause to effect; causality. anything that produces an effect; cause."

So you come up with these poems as a result of something that happens inside or outside of you that causes you to put the event or feeling into words or a poem.

Interesting.

“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
― Leonardo da Vinci

Isn't wonderful, when your calm/happy basket is empty, friends fill it back it back up?

Trust is hard for most of us, as Leonard Cohen wrote; "the crack is where the light comes in"..

So it's ok to a little broke...
Peace

On 11-29-2020, BenotAfraid, or Trina, said:

"Isn't wonderful, when your calm/happy basket is empty, friends fill it back it back up?"

"Trust is hard for most of us, as Leonard Cohen wrote; `the crack is where the light comes in'.."

"So it's ok to a little broke..."

"Peace"
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We’ll take your broke over most people’s all together.

Again, you said, “Isn't wonderful, when your calm/happy basket is empty, friends fill it back it back up?”

The song, “That’s What Friends Are For” says it this way:

Keep smiling, keep shining
Knowing you can always count on me, for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Hear it on youtube.com. Source: LyricFind; Songwriters: Burt Bacharach / Carole Bayer Sager; 1985; That's What Friends Are For.

Trina is right. The song, That's What Friends Are For, was originally written for Rod Stewart to sing in the movie, Night Shift, directed by Ron Howard in 1982.

Dionne Warwick's version came out in 1985.

HT's poem, the systems of mind, was, like Trina said, also impressive:

winds cry in pain,
duality and the maze,
mice in a cage,
the rage of us,
time is naught-
The beginning of truth,
Fletting,
Like tears in the rain.

By HT (fractures of the minds pain)

A saying I have heard:

"I knew every raindrop by its name."

Indeed!

Been reading Tennyson past couple nights
Deep fellow.

From THE TWO VOICES
(Depression and suicide were common in his day too)

"There the silent voice replied:
'selfblinded are you by your pride;
Look up through night; the world is wide."....

..." Forerun thy peers, thy time,
And let the feet, Millenniums hence,
Be set in midst of knowledge,
Dream'd not yet."

" Thou hast not gain'd a real height,
Nor art thou nearer to the light,
Because the scale is infinate...."


It is a 3 page poem.. I leave it to you should anyone want to read it in full
Peace

Trina’s poem by Tennyson, and his other works, the net says:

“Many of his poems are about the temptation to give up and fall prey to pessimism, but they also extol the virtues of optimism and discuss the importance of struggling on with life. The need to persevere and continue is the central theme of In Memoriam and “Ulysses” (1833)."

Karen’s comment of:

“Thanks for all the sharing you guys. Warm fuzzies.

“Hugs, Karen”

Needs no explanation.

They take different routes to get to the same place.