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T O P I C R E V I E WMysticMelodyOk, how about some love poems or romantic art? Here, I'll start http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=27190970 MysticMelodySally's candy heart:How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with a passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.Elizabeth Barrett BrowningMysticMelodykisses are a better fatethan wisdom.~ e. e. cummings MysticMelodyI like this one.Always for the First Time~ Andre BretonAlways for the first timeHardly do I know you by sightYou return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my windowA wholly imaginary houseIt is there that from one second to the nextIn the inviolate darknessI anticipate once more the fascinating rift occurringThe one and only riftIn the facade and in my heartThe closer I come to youIn realityThe more the key sings at the door of the unknown roomWhere you appear alone before meAt first you coalesce entirely with the brightnessThe elusive angle of a curtainIt's a field of jasmine I gazed upon at dawn on a road in the vicinity of GrasseWith the diagonal slant of its girls pickingBehind them the dark falling wing of the plants stripped bareBefore them a T-square of dazzling lightThe curtain invisibly raisedIn a frenzy all the flowers swarm back inIt is you at grips with that too long hour never dim enough until sleepYou as though you could beThe same except that I shall perhaps never meet youYou pretend not to know I am watching youMarvelously I am no longer sure you knowYour idleness brings tears to my eyesA swarm of interpretations surrounds each of your gesturesIt's a honeydew huntThere are rocking chairs on a deck there are branches that may well scratch you in the forestThere are in a shop window in the rue Notre-Dame-de-LoretteTwo lovely crossed legs caught in long stockingsFlaring out in the center of a great white cloverThere is a silken ladder rolled out over the ivyThere isBy my leaning over the precipiceOf your presence and your absence in hopeless fusionMy finding the secretOf loving youAlways for the first timegoatgirl“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” Emily BronteAn illuminated version Kevin did for me one year. ------------------The truth is ... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else. ~ Countee CullenWe are weaving character every day, and the way to weave the best character is to be kind and to be useful. Think right, act right; it is what we think and do that makes us who we are. ~ Elbert HubbardNosiS 26taurusMelody, what a cool video! (even without having the sound on i'll have to watch it again later with.goatgirl - that is gorgeous and so sweet! What a beautiful gift. "An illuminated version"...i like that. NosiS, stunning as usual! This is my new favorite by you. Heart--Shaped CrossNosiS, You're, like, my favorite artist now. NosiSAw, jeez!That means more to me than you could possibly know. hippichickwell, Mel, you probably know I would come up with this one... http://youtube.com/watch?v=2GmVajkqLNU dafremenLovey Dovey Improv #1(Scraps of Shangri-La)Have fairer notionsCaressed my momentsThan those I've had of you?Are there more mesmerizingTreasures anywhere within in my chest?Were that it were soThat my heart might notGuard them perhaps as jealouslyObsess on them so eagerlyPress each whisperThat delights the mindTo eager lipsThen swallow down that honeyWould that more persistent dreamsMight free me fromPrison paradiseEnchantress hookedLiving off scraps of your Shangri-La.dafMysticMelody26T, the SOUND is the BEST part Hippichick, mmmmm pretty pretty pretty I think you are all my favorite artists, that is why I am here. :heart... awwwww forget the heart... Unique MysticMelodyI didn't know why I wrote that last word, but I have now decided it is our club name. I'll hook you guys up with the secret handshake later. hippichickMy god, they were SO IN love...my god.......goatgirlThanks for starting this post Mystic Melody It's really nice and warm and fuzzy ------------------The truth is ... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else. ~ Countee CullenWe are weaving character every day, and the way to weave the best character is to be kind and to be useful. Think right, act right; it is what we think and do that makes us who we are. ~ Elbert HubbardMysticMelodyLove one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that. ~Michael LeunigLove must be as much a light, as it is a flame. ~Henry David Thoreau Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit. ~Peter UstinovLove looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.~William Shakespeare, Mid-Summer Night's Dream, 1595Love is the thing that enables a woman to sing while she mops up the floor after her husband has walked across it in his barn boots. ~Author unknown, as printed in The Hoosier FarmerLove doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all of the time, made new. ~Ursula K. LeGuin He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began. ~Leo TolstoyPearltyAs the Heart Hopes by Lucy Maud MontgomeryIt is a year dear one, since you afarWent out beyond my yearning mortal sightA wondrous year! perchance in many a starYou have sojourned, or basked within the lightOf mightier suns; it may be you have trodThe glittering pathways of the Pleiades,And through the Milky Way's white mysteriesHave walked at will, fire-shod. You may have gazed in the immortal eyesOf prophets and of martyrs; talked with seersLearned in all the lore of Paradise,The infinite wisdom of eternal years;To you the Sons of Morning may have sung,The impassioned strophes of their matin hymn,For you the choirs of the seraphimTheir harpings wild out-flung. But still I think at eve you come to meFor old, delightsome speech of eye and lip,Deeming our mutual converse thus to beFairer than archangelic comradeship;Dearer our close communings fondly givenThan all the rainbow dreams a spirit knows,Sweeter my gathered violets than the roseUpon the hills of heaven. Can any exquisite, unearthly morn,Silverly breaking o'er a starry plain,Give to your soul the poignant pleasure bornOf virgin moon and sunset's lustrous stainWhen we together watch them ? Oh, apartA hundred universes you may roam,But still I knowI knowyour only homeIs here within my heart! ghanima81I love these songs... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pv-EqP-XVxQ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_khbRRLPHc The first is the ringtone my boy has for me on his phone. The second... well, let's just say that was most likely the soundtrack to the conception of Little C... (TMI?) And may be a very important song in the near future... *sigh* Love is lovely... MysticMelody thanks for the poetry, music and love beautifulHeart--Shaped Cross this thread kind of RULES
Here, I'll start http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=27190970
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with a passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Always for the First Time~ Andre Breton
Always for the first timeHardly do I know you by sightYou return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my windowA wholly imaginary houseIt is there that from one second to the nextIn the inviolate darknessI anticipate once more the fascinating rift occurringThe one and only riftIn the facade and in my heartThe closer I come to youIn realityThe more the key sings at the door of the unknown roomWhere you appear alone before meAt first you coalesce entirely with the brightnessThe elusive angle of a curtainIt's a field of jasmine I gazed upon at dawn on a road in the vicinity of GrasseWith the diagonal slant of its girls pickingBehind them the dark falling wing of the plants stripped bareBefore them a T-square of dazzling lightThe curtain invisibly raisedIn a frenzy all the flowers swarm back inIt is you at grips with that too long hour never dim enough until sleepYou as though you could beThe same except that I shall perhaps never meet youYou pretend not to know I am watching youMarvelously I am no longer sure you knowYour idleness brings tears to my eyesA swarm of interpretations surrounds each of your gesturesIt's a honeydew huntThere are rocking chairs on a deck there are branches that may well scratch you in the forestThere are in a shop window in the rue Notre-Dame-de-LoretteTwo lovely crossed legs caught in long stockingsFlaring out in the center of a great white cloverThere is a silken ladder rolled out over the ivyThere isBy my leaning over the precipiceOf your presence and your absence in hopeless fusionMy finding the secretOf loving youAlways for the first time
An illuminated version Kevin did for me one year.
------------------The truth is ... everything counts. Everything. Everything we do and everything we say. Everything helps or hurts; everything adds to or takes away from someone else. ~ Countee Cullen
We are weaving character every day, and the way to weave the best character is to be kind and to be useful. Think right, act right; it is what we think and do that makes us who we are. ~ Elbert Hubbard
goatgirl - that is gorgeous and so sweet! What a beautiful gift. "An illuminated version"...i like that.
NosiS, stunning as usual! This is my new favorite by you.
You're, like, my favorite artist now.
That means more to me than you could possibly know.
Have fairer notionsCaressed my momentsThan those I've had of you?
Are there more mesmerizingTreasures anywhere within in my chest?
Were that it were soThat my heart might notGuard them perhaps as jealouslyObsess on them so eagerlyPress each whisperThat delights the mindTo eager lipsThen swallow down that honeyWould that more persistent dreamsMight free me fromPrison paradiseEnchantress hookedLiving off scraps of your Shangri-La.
daf
Hippichick, mmmmm pretty pretty pretty
I think you are all my favorite artists, that is why I am here. :heart... awwwww forget the heart...
Unique
my god.......
It's really nice and warm and fuzzy
~Michael Leunig
Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.
~Henry David Thoreau
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
~Peter Ustinov
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
~William Shakespeare, Mid-Summer Night's Dream, 1595
Love is the thing that enables a woman to sing while she mops up the floor after her husband has walked across it in his barn boots.
~Author unknown, as printed in The Hoosier Farmer
Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all of the time, made new.
~Ursula K. LeGuin
He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.
~Leo Tolstoy
It is a year dear one, since you afarWent out beyond my yearning mortal sightA wondrous year! perchance in many a starYou have sojourned, or basked within the light
Of mightier suns; it may be you have trodThe glittering pathways of the Pleiades,And through the Milky Way's white mysteriesHave walked at will, fire-shod.
You may have gazed in the immortal eyesOf prophets and of martyrs; talked with seers
Learned in all the lore of Paradise,The infinite wisdom of eternal years;To you the Sons of Morning may have sung,The impassioned strophes of their matin hymn,For you the choirs of the seraphimTheir harpings wild out-flung.
But still I think at eve you come to meFor old, delightsome speech of eye and lip,Deeming our mutual converse thus to beFairer than archangelic comradeship;Dearer our close communings fondly givenThan all the rainbow dreams a spirit knows,Sweeter my gathered violets than the roseUpon the hills of heaven.
Can any exquisite, unearthly morn,Silverly breaking o'er a starry plain,Give to your soul the poignant pleasure bornOf virgin moon and sunset's lustrous stainWhen we together watch them ? Oh, apartA hundred universes you may roam,But still I knowI knowyour only homeIs here within my heart!
The first is the ringtone my boy has for me on his phone. The second... well, let's just say that was most likely the soundtrack to the conception of Little C... (TMI?) And may be a very important song in the near future... *sigh*
Love is lovely...
thanks for the poetry, music and love beautiful
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