CORNER FOR POETRY

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kole
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CORNER FOR POETRY

Post od kole » 15 Mar 2009, 22:54

Dear friends WELCOME with poetry
One Day At A Time
D A N A S N E P I J E M

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antrax
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Re: CORNER FOR POETRY

Post od antrax » 20 Mar 2009, 22:46

You with hands more innocent (Vesna Parun) :shhh:

You with hands more innocent than mine
and with the wisdom of nonchalance.
You who can read his loneliness
from his forehead better than I,
and remowe the slow shadows of hesitation
from his face,
as the spring wind removes
the shadows of clouds floating above the hill.

If your embrace gives courage to the heart
and your thighs detain the pain,
if your name gives rest
to his thoughts, and your neck
is a shade to his resting place,
and if the night of your voice is
a grove still untouched storms.

Than stay by him,
and be more devout than those
who had loved him before you.
Beware the din that approaches
the innocent nests of love.
Be gentle to his sleep
below the invisible mountain
at the edge of the roaring sea.

Walk along his shore.
May the sadded dolphins meet you.
Wander in his woods. Friendly lizards
will not harm you.
And the thirsty serpents that I tamed
will be humble before you.

May the birds which I warmed
in the nights of sharp frost sign to you.
May the boy whom on a deserted road
I protected from spies caress you.
May the flowers I watered with my tears
bring fragrance to you.

I was not blessed to witness
the best years of his manliness.
I did not receive his fertility
into my bosom ravaged by glances
of cattle drovers at faires,
and those of greedy thieves.

His children
I shall never lead by the hand. And the stories
which I prepared for them a long time ago
maybe I shall tell weeping
to poor little bears
abandoned in black forest.

You with hands more innocent than mine
be gentle to his sleep
which is still innocent.
Yet permit me to see his face
when years unknown to me
proceed to descend upon it.

And tell me at times a thing or two about him
that I may not have to question wondering
strangers and neighbors
who have pity for my patience.

You with hands more innocent than mine
stay by his headrest,
and be gentle to his sleep!
汉语/漢語华语/華語

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kole
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Re: CORNER FOR POETRY

Post od kole » 04 Apr 2009, 19:54

For my fellows,
especially for Antrax,
grateful kole


Daily lament (Tin Ujević)

How hard it is not to be strong,
How hard it is to be alone,
And to be old, yet to be young!

And to be weak, and powerless,
Alone, with no one anywhere,
Dissatisfied, and desperate.

And trudge bleak highways endlessly,
And to be trampled in the mud,
With no star shining in the sky.

Without your star of destiny
To play its twinklings on your crib
With rainbows and false prophecies.

— Oh God, oh God, remember all
The glittering fair promises
With which you have afflicted me.

Oh God, oh God, remember all
The great loves, the great victories,
The wreaths of laurel and the gifts.

And know you have a son who walks
The weary valleys of the world
Among sharp thorns, and rocks and stones,

Through unkindness and unconcern,
With his feet bloodied under him,
And with his heart an open wound.

His bones are full of weariness,
His soul is ill at ease and sad,
And he's neglected and alone,

And sisterless, and brotherless,
and fatherless, and motherless,
With no one dear, and no close friend,

And he has no-one anywhere
Except thorn twigs to pierce his heart
And fire blazing from his palms.

Lonely and utterly alone
Under the hemmed in vault of blue,
On dark horizons of high seas.

Whom can he tell his troubles to
When no-one's there to hear his call,
not even brother wanderers.

Oh God, you sear your burning word
Too hugely through this narrow throat
And throttle it inside my cry.

And utterance is a burning stake,
Though I must yell it out, I must,
Or, like a kindled log, burn out.

Just let me be a bonfire on
A hill, just one breath in the fire,
If not a scream hurled from the roofs.

Oh God, let it be over with,
This miserable wandering
Under a vault as deaf as stone.

Because I crave a powerful word,
Because I crave an answering voice,
Someone to love, or holy death.

For bitter is the wormwood wreath
And deadly dark the poison cup,
So burn me, blazing summer noon.

For I am sick of being weak,
And sick of being all alone
(seeing I could be hale and strong)

And seeing that I could be loved),
But I am sick, sickest of all
To be so old, yet still be young!
One Day At A Time
D A N A S N E P I J E M

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kole
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Re: CORNER FOR POETRY

Post od kole » 05 Nov 2009, 02:38

Footprints In Your Heart

Many people will walk in and out of your life,
But only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

To handle yourself, use your head;
To handle others, use your heart.

Anger is only one letter short of danger.

If someone betrays you once, it is his fault;
If he betrays you twice, it is your fault.

Great minds discuss ideas,
Average minds discuss events,
Small minds discuss people.

He who loses money, loses much;
He who loses a friend, loses much more;
He who loses faith, loses all.

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,
But beautiful old people are works of art.

Learn from the mistakes of others.
You can't live long enough to make them all yourself.

Friends, you and me.
You brought another friend,
And then there were three.

We started our group,
Our circle of friends,
And like that circle -
There is no beginning or end.

Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift.


Eleanor Roosevelt
One Day At A Time
D A N A S N E P I J E M

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nale
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Re: CORNER FOR POETRY

Post od nale » 02 Jan 2010, 22:59

Another fresh new year is here . . .
Another year to live!
To banish worry, doubt, and fear,
To love and laugh and give!

This bright new year is given me
To live each day with zest . . .
To daily grow and try to be
My highest and my best!

I have the opportunity
Once more to right some wrongs,
To pray for peace, to plant a tree,
And sing more joyful songs

William Arthur Ward

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maya
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Re: CORNER FOR POETRY

Post od maya » 08 Jan 2011, 11:12

aurora
Poslednja izmena od maya u 10 Jul 2012, 14:01, izmenjeno 2 puta ukupno.

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maya
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Re: CORNER FOR POETRY

Post od maya » 24 Jan 2011, 16:33

I am Your Disease
I hate meetings.
I hate your higher power.
I hate anyone who has a program.

To all who come in contact with me,
I wish you suffering and death.
Allow me to introduce myself...

I am the disease of addiction.
Alcoholism, drugs and eating disorders.
I am cunning, baffling and powerful. Thats me!

I've killed millions and enjoyed doing it.
I love to catch you by surprise.
I love pretending I'm your friend and lover.

I've given you comfort.
Wasn't I there when you were lonely?
When you wanted to die, didn't you call on me?

I love to make you hurt.
I love to make you cry. Better yet...
I love it when I make you so numb,
You can't hurt and you can't cry.
You feel nothing at all.

I give you instant gratification.
All I ask for in return is long term suffering.
I've always been there for you.

When things were going right, you invited me back.
You said you didn't deserve to be happy.
I agreed with you.

Together we were able to destroy your life.
People don't take me seriously.
They take strokes seriously.
They take heart attacks seriously.
Even diabetes, they take seriously.
Yet, without my help, these things wouldn't be possible.

I'm such a hated disease, yet I don't come uninvited.
You choose to have me.
Many have chosen me, instead of love and peace.

I hate all of you who work a 12step program.
Your program, your meetings, and your higher power weaken me.
I can't function in the manner I am accustomed to.

I am your disease.
For now I must lie here quietly.
You don't see me, but I'm growing more powerful everyday.
When you settle for mere existence, I thrive.
When you feel fully alive, I weaken.
But I'm always here waiting for you.
Until we meet again,
I wish you continued suffering and death.

Author Unknown

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