G'morn(((2KMoM)))I hope you have a great day sweetie.Well it's back to Best Buy for me today.My logitech keyboard & mouse are 3 wks.old & my mouse goes POOF!Yikes!!what junk hey?lol;)tty/soon.Here's #14 of 22.Love & Godspeed!Cy

(((Sadie)))

In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.
Steel chambers, late the pyres
Of her salamandrine fires,
Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres
Over the mirrors meant
To glass the opulent
The sea-worm crawls—grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.

Jewels in joy designed
To ravish the sensuous mind
Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind
Dim moon-eyed fishes near
Gaze at the gilded gear
And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?"
Well: while was fashioning
This creature of cleaving wing,
The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything
Prepared a sinister mate
For her—so gaily great—
A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate.

And as the smart ship grew
In stature, grace, and hue,
In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.
Alien they seemed to be;
No mortal eye could see
The intimate welding of their later history,
Or sign that they were bent
By paths coincident
On being anon twin halves of one august event,
Till the Spinner of the Years
Said "Now!" And each one hears,
And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.

Thomas Hardy~The Convergence of the Twain
Godspeed!Steven(((Sherrie)))

G'morn(((2KMoM)))I hope you have a great day today sweetie.Me and my daughter had an awesome day:)We even managed to watch a movie before we wrapped up the day.The title was Death Sentence.A great movie but terribly sad likewise.tty/soon.Here's #13 0f 22.Love Ya! & Godspeed!Cy

I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.

Gerard Hopkinns-The Windhover
Godspeed!CyPoet(((Sherrie)))

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.

Lord Alfred Tennyson~Tears,Idle Tears
Godspeed!Steven(((Sherrie)))

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm:
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's carnal ecstacy.

Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost.
All the dreaded cards foretell.
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought.
Not a kiss nor look be lost.

William Auden~Lullaby
Godspseed!CyPoet(((Sherrie)))

G'morn(((2KMoM)))It's going to be a lovely day today.Woo-Hoo!:)I'm going to spend the day with 1 of my daughters.Yay!I hope you have an awesome day sweetie.Thx!for visiting the Haven btw I left a response for ya but U missed it.That's O.K.,well U know Cy luvs ya bearifically.he-he.Artistic/Poetic minds think alike & tend to make the bestest of friends:)Oooo!look there's sausage,bisquit & egg w/Java.Yummy:)~Here's #12 of 22.Godspeed!Cy(((2KMoM)))

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.

As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.

O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep!
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the dreadful night shall break.

William Blake~Cradle Song
Godspeed!Steven(((Sherrie)))

Oft, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light
Of other days around me:
The smiles, the tears
Of boyhood's years,

The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone,
Now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.

When I remember all
The friends, so link'd together,
I've seen around me fall
Like leaves in wintry weather,
I feel like one
Who treads alone

Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me.
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.

Tom Moore~The Light Of Other Days
Godspeed!CyPoet(((Sherrie)))

Over the city the moon rides in mist,
scrim scarred with faint rainbow.
Two days till Easter. The thin clouds run slow, slow,
the wind bells bleed the quietest
of possible musics to the dark lawn.
All possibility we will have children is gone.

I raise a glass half water, half alcohol,
to that light come full again.
Inside, you sleep, somewhere below the pain.
Down at the river, there is a tall
ghost tossing flowers to dark water—
jessamine, rose, and daisy, salvia lyrata

Oh goodbye, goodbye to bloom in the white blaze
of moon on the river, goodbye
to creek joining the creek joining the river, the axil, the Y,
goodbye to the Yes of two Ifs in one phrase
Children bear children. We are grown,
and time has thrown us free under the timeless moon.

Jack Butler~For Her Surgery
Godspeed!Steven(((Sherrie)))

What is a poet? Is he not that which wakens
melody in the silent chords of the human
heart? A light which arrays in splendor
things and thoughts which else were dim in
the shadow of their own significance. His
soul is like one of the pools in the Ilex
woods of the Maremma, it reflects the
surrounding universe, but it beautifies,
groups, and mellows their tints, making a
little world within itself, the copy of the
outer one; but more entire, more faultless.
But above all, a poet's soul is Love; the
desire of sympathy is the breath that
inspires his lay, while he lavishes on the
sentiment and its object, his whole
treasure-house of resplendent imagery,
burning emotion, and ardent enthusiasm. He
is the mirror of nature, reflecting her back
ten thousand times more lovely; what then
must not his power be, when he adds beauty
to the most perfect thing in nature—even Love.
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I saw the pale student of unhallowed arts
kneeling beside the thing he had put
together.I saw the hideous phantasm of a
man stretched out, and then, on the working
of some powerful engine, show signs of life,
and stir with an uneasy, half vital motion.
Frightful must it be; for SUPREMELY
frightful would be the effect of any human
endeavour to mock the stupendous mechanism
of the Creator of the world.
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Women, Men, Power My dreams were all my own; I accounted
for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed
my dearest pleasure when free.
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Dreams, Free, Nobody Invention, it must be humbly admitted,
does not consist in creating out of void, but out of chaos.
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Mind, Parents, Faculty But I am a blasted tree; the bolt
has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive
to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be a miserable
spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and
intolerable to myself.
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Justice, Charity, Wanting Life and death appeared to me
ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour
a torrent of light into our dark world.
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Life, Death, Dark Elegance is inferior to virtue.
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Virtue, Inferior, Elegance Every political good carried to
the extreme must be productive of evil.
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Life, Hated, Obstinate Nothing contributes so much to
tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which
the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
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God, Him, Rather The agony of my feelings allowed me no
respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery
could not extract its food.
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Food, Feelings, Misery And now, once again, I bid my hideous
progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it,
for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief
were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.
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Alone, Forward, Personal A king is always a king - and a
woman always a woman: his authority and her sex ever stand
between them and rational converse.
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Sex, Woman, Between It is a farce to call any being virtuous
whose virtues do not result from the exercise of it's own reason.
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Dreams, Once, Fantastic The same energy of character which
renders a man a daring villain would have rendered him useful
in society, had that society been well organized.
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Society, Character, Him The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.
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Nature, Weep, Winds What terrified me will terrify others;
and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my
midnight pillow.
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Others, Describe, Midnight It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their
minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with.
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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley 8/30/1797-2/1/1851
Godspeed!Steven aka CyPoet(((Sherrie)))

Once more home is a strange place by the ocean a
big house now, and the small houses are memories,
once live images,vacant thoughts here,sinking and vanishing.

Rough sea now on the shore thundering brokenly
draws back stones with a roar out into quiet and
far depths, darkly to lie there years, years
there not a sound from them.

New waves out of the night's mist and obscurity
lunge up high on the beach, spending their energy,
each wave angrily dying,all shapes endlessly altering,

yet out there in the depths nothing is modified.
Earthquakes won't even move—no, nor the hurricane
one stone there,nor a glance of sun's light stir its identity.

Richard Moore~Depths
Godspeed!Steven(((Sherrie)))