I Have Felt The Passion , I Have Felt The Flame ,
Burned In Desire , And Called Out Some Name ,
Held Out Some Hope , And Then Gave Up Dominion ,
I Flew So High , And Then Fell Into Oblivion ,
I Felt The Power Of Fire , I Felt The Power Of Ice ,
And Still I Loved , I Dared , I Sacrificed ,
Embraced My Shadow , And Revealed My Light ,
Beyond All Which Some Call Wrong Or Right ,
And You , You Who Have Lived Your Path ,
Through All Your Joy , And All Your Wrath ,
I Ask , All The Powers That Be , Just One More Time ,
In All Our Cojoined Madness , Be My Valentine !
A dark Valentine's Day poem! Lovely!
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
- Dorothy Parker
Dorothy Parker was a goddess of snark. Hails to Dottie -- the gothiest woman who ever lived!
My absolute favorite Dorothy Parker poem:
Ghosts of all my lovely sins,
Who attend too well my pillow,
Gay the wanton rain begins;
Hide the limp and tearful willow.
Turn aside your eyes and ears,
Trail away your robes of sorrow,
You shall have my further years-
You shall walk with me tomorrow.
I am sister to the rain;
Fey and sudden and unholy,
Petulant at the windowpane,
Quickly lost, remembered slowly.
I have lived with shades, a shade;
I am hung with graveyard flowers.
Let me be tonight arrayed
In the silver of the showers.
Every fragile thing shall rust;
When another April passes
I may be a furry dust,
Sifting through the brittle grasses.
All sweet sins shall be forgot;
Who will live to tell their siring?
Hear me now, nor let me rot
Wistful still, and still aspiring.
Ghosts of dear temptations, heed;
I am frail, be you forgiving.
See you not that I have need
To be living with the living?
Sail, tonight, the Styx's breast;
Glide among the dim processions
Of the exquisite unblest,
Spirits of my shared transgressions,
Roam with young Persephone.
Plucking poppies for your slumber . . .
With the morrow, there shall be
One more wraith among your number.
Thank you , for those who appreciated the poetry...
And , I was hoping one poem inspired more...thanks !
Keep it going !
I squiggled lines , until I saw your message...
I do not plan on having those things happen to me...
Not yesterday , today , or tomorrows to come...
And thank the horned god I'm not Christian , because
if that's what it takes to be a saint of love , I'm out...
( was he buggered , on top of it all ? or would that be bottomed ? )
Thanks , for the post , Karen...;)