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Brighter side of web - Poetry
A while back the BBC had a poll to find out the "Top 100 greatest Briton".
Predictably the winner was Winston Churchill. In many ways Churchill deserves it. He was the emblem of our fight against Hitler and Nazism. As a person he had many great qualities. But, he also had many failings, not least his Imperialism.
Anyway my choice for greatest Briton would be William Blake.
Why?
- He was a great Poet.
- He was a genuine mystic who could see beyond the ordinary world.
From: Auguries of Innocence
- He was a passionate critic of slavery, ignorance and oppression. - You feel in reading Blake he really identifies with other people's suffering.
Thus Blake was able to give us a vision of immortality, but at the same time he shone a light on the ignorance of the time.
Poetry of Blake at Poet Seers
I wrote more on this at Greatest Briton's
They That have power to hurt
William Shakespeare
(Sonnet 94)
Photo from Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries
by Po Chu-Yi
At dawn I sighed to see my hairs fall;
At dusk I sighed to see my hairs fall.
For I dreaded the time when the last lock should go...
They are all gone and I do not mind at all!
I have done with that cumbrous washing and getting dry;
My tiresome comb is forever laid aside.
Best of all, when the weather is hot and wet,
To have no top-knot weighing down on one's head!
I put aside my messy clothy wrap;
I have got rid of my dusty tasselled fringe.
In a silver jar I have stored a cold stream,
On my bald pate I trickle a ladle full.
Like on baptized with the Water of Buddha's Law,
I sit and receive this cool, cleansing joy.
Now I know why the priest who seeks Repose
Frees his heart by first shaving his head
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
By: William Blake
From the poem: The Tyger
Photo By: Jimbo
By: Sri Chinmoy
rainbow from: absolutewade's photostream; flikir
The Natural Beauty of China
image source: Chinese image aggregator sites via: Dark Roasted blend
Mt Reiner.
W.H.Davies was born in 1871 in Newport Wales. He started writing poetry at the age of 34. At one time he tried selling his poems by going from door to door. The people he visited were mostly poor and ti is said he didn't sell a single copy. One old lady gave him some money but refused to take the poems. When he reached the doss hous again that evening, he burnt every copy.
Photo by Pranlobha from Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries
Top 20 Ways to Well Being in Independent list 20 things to improve well being. First is cycling Also glad to see drink coffee, tea and dark chocolate in their. Another interesting one is singing and not sleeping in at the weekend. The most obvious one is to be happy. This is a poem by Sri Chinmoy on happiness.
I am happy because I always choose the right moment.
I am happy because I am a good listener.
I am happy because I keep my voice down.
I am happy because I do not try to convince others.
I am happy because I do not complain.
I am happy because I do not do two things at the same time.
I am happy because I never think of two objects at the same time.
I am happy because I have realised the truth that the most important thing in my life is self-improvement.
I am happy because I unreservedly accentuate the good in others.
At The Gate of the New Year
New Year Resolution
- Steve Turner
Have A Nice Day
"Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.' 'Hang on, ' said a man from the shore. 'Help, help, ' said the man. 'I'm not clowning.' 'Yes, I know, I heard you before. Be patient dear man who is drowning, You, see I've got a disease. I'm waiting for a Doctor J. Browning. So do be patient please.'
- Spike Milligan
Books make good pets
and don't need
going to the vet
You don't have to keep
them on a lead
or throw them a stick.
They'll wag their tails
when you flick
their dog-eared pages.
"As salt resolved in the ocean I was swallowed in God's sea, Past faith, past unbelieving, Past doubt, past certainty. Suddenly in my bosom A star shone clear and bright; All the suns of heaven Vanished in that star's light."
- Rumi
UNESCO declared that next year will be the International Year of Rumi - 2007.
Rumi was born in Persia, in what is now Afghanistan close to the border of Iran.
I have written a few articles on Rumi and Rumi's poetry
Although it is extremely difficult
We must realise
That we came into the world
Not to destroy but to illumine
Our enemies
From: 77,000 Service Trees Part 45
Poems on Forgiveness at Poet Seers
Photo of Habranthus
Photo by Ranjit, Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries
Featured at Poetseers Poem of the Day
Time Stands Still
When our heart flies Towards Heaven,
Time stands still.
It does not interfere.
Poem and Photo featured at
Poetseers Poem of the Day
photo by me 19th August 2006
Flower is a penstemon - a relative of the foxglove
It Was Not Death
by Emily Dickinson
It was not death, for I stood up,
And all the dead lie down.
It was not night, for all the bells
Put out their tongues for noon.
It was not frost, for on my flesh
I felt siroccos crawl,
Nor fire, for just my marble feet
Could keep a chancel cool.
And yet it tasted like them all,
The figures I have seen
Set orderly for burial
Reminded me of mine,
Photo by: Pranlobha
Sri Chinmoy Centre gallery
