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I'll sear your palm with an eternal scar
so all the canny Cassandra's will whisper
"Ah! There goes one of the lost!
he has been visited by a vagrant solitaire
singing a moonlight sonata
he has been wheeled by a will-'o-the-wisp
from the midnight moors
he has been kissed by a flickering firefly
brushed by the touch of a wild gypsy spell
he has heard the cry of the loon
...he has been loved".
Linda Goodman
I love the visual imagry she uses...awesome!
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I have too many 'favorites' haha. Here are two of them, they're both Inspired!
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CHARACTER OF A HAPPY WARRIOR
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
--It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:
Whose high endeavours are an inward light
That makes the path before him always bright;
Who, with a natural instinct to discern
What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;
Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,
But makes his moral being his prime care;
Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,
And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!
Turns his necessity to glorious gain;
In face of these doth exercise a power
Which is our human nature's highest dower:
Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
Of their bad influence, and their good receives:
By objects, which might force the soul to abate
Her feeling, rendered more compassionate;
Is placable--because occasions rise
So often that demand such sacrifice;
More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure,
As tempted more; more able to endure,
As more exposed to suffering and distress;
Thence, also, more alive to tenderness.
--'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends
Upon that law as on the best of friends;
Whence, in a state where men are tempted still
To evil for a guard against worse ill,
And what in quality or act is best
Doth seldom on a right foundation rest,
He labours good on good to fix, and owes
To virtue every triumph that he knows:
--Who, if he rise to station of command,
Rises by open means; and there will stand
On honourable terms, or else retire,
And in himself possess his own desire;
Who comprehends his trust, and to the same
Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim;
And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait
For wealth, or honours, or for worldly state;
Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall,
Like showers of manna, if they come at all:
Whose powers shed round him in the common strife,
Or mild concerns of ordinary life,
A constant influence, a peculiar grace;
But who, if he be called upon to face
Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
Great issues, good or bad for human kind,
Is happy as a Lover; and attired
With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired;
And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law
In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw;
Or if an unexpected call succeed,
Come when it will, is equal to the need:
--He who, though thus endued as with a sense
And faculty for storm and turbulence,
Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans
To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes;
Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be,
Are at his heart; and such fidelity
It is his darling passion to approve;
More brave for this, that he hath much to love:--
'Tis, finally, the Man, who, lifted high,
Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye,
Or left unthought-of in obscurity,--
Who, with a toward or untoward lot,
Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not--
Plays, in the many games of life, that one
Where what he most doth value must be won:
Whom neither shape or danger can dismay,
Nor thought of tender happiness betray;
Who, not content that former worth stand fast,
Looks forward, persevering to the last,
From well to better, daily self-surpast:
Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth
For ever, and to noble deeds give birth,
Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame,
And leave a dead unprofitable name--
Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;
And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws
His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause:
This is the happy W
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To O.E.A. (Initials of his Lover)
Your voice is the color of a robin's breast,
And there's a sweet sob in it like rain--still rain in the night.
Among the leaves of the trumpet-tree, close to his nest,
The pea-dove sings, and each note thrills me with strange delight
Like the words, wet with music, that well from your trembling throat.
I'm afraid of your eyes, they're so bold,
Searching me through, reading my thoughts, shining like gold.
But sometimes they are gentle and soft like the dew on the lips of the eucharis
Before the sun comes warm with his lover's kiss.
You are sea-foam, pure with the star's loveliness,
Not mortal, a flower, a fairy, too fair for the beauty-shorn earth.
All wonderful things, all beautiful things, gave of their wealth to your birth.
Oh I love you so much, not recking of passion, that I feel it is wrong!
But men will love you, flower, fairy, non-mortal spirit burdened with flesh,
Forever, life-long.
-Claude McKay
I don't know about you YummyMummy, but if I was a woman I think I might want to receive a poem like that lol, just a guess.
He talks about her "bold eyes", "reading me through", "non-mortal spirit", I bet this lady who he was speaking of, was a Scorpio haha. Just a guess.
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Elliot this is one of my own I was published and it took editors choice.
I dreamed of you again - my familiar stranger...
fields of green a plenty,
scattered with tulips the color of blood.
You caught me as I was running
with the wind streaming through my hair.
Lush was the grass we fell upon
as you pulled me close to you....
The dress I wore was so white,
it shone in the noon day sun;
you kissed me deeply - familiar stranger
and our souls entwined as
our bodies became one.
I smiled at you, as tears welled in my eyes...
knowing this all to be only a dream
and that with the dawn I too shall wake
and again be only me...
Do come again familiar stranger,
frequent my dreams more often
I look to our encounters while I slumber
for then you are real, tangible, and with me
and that
is perfection...
Copyright ?2005 Juanita Hawley
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Another one...
in the night
when the stars are gathering to light up the sky
i will stand upon my balcony
and breath you in the whispers of the wind
i will close my eyes and imagine...
the splendid stars hanging in the heavens -
your smiling eyes looking at me
the icy breeze -
your cool touch against my skin
the droplets of rain which fall -
your kisses upon my cheek
the sound of the wind howling past -
your voice calling my name
in this i shall feel the comfort of having you near...
and with each new day
the promise of being one more closer to your return
Copyright ?2005 Juanita Hawley
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I am scorpio after all...
It's a strength and a weakness...
*mwah*
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The 2nd one was written for the Pices fella 12 years ago...when he was in the army...now he's still not completely mine...*sniff - sob*
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I kno i kno...just i feel like a atupid arse being the eternal optimist...like i am sailing on a ship of fools.........!
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Thanks Elliot...
but alas such is life...Just I think i need to become a SUPER B!tch...cos I am way way way too nice and understanding and caring lol
*mwah*
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^^ Haha, sorry to bring up the fun spoiling point:
It is one thing to Understand the value of being "way way way too nice and understanding and caring" and to lose faith in the 'value' of it, when observing the 'price' of it;
But it is another thing completely, to LOVE the value of being "way way way too nice and understanding and caring" and to LOVE the Price of your deeds, in full understanding that the price owes to the Value of your deeds.
Bottom line here, I think you may feel that you're not appreciated by others and by your fortune.
I think that better things/better people will come your way if you can be strong enough not to let the Gravity of Life hold your a $ $ in place! Rather than getting bitter, and warding away better men and better days!!
I feel the need to inspire you or something to keep you optimistic, because I'm the same type of Scorpion as you are! And I've met many Scorpio girls like you too, they sometimes regret being too nice, but there's a remedy for that regret somewhere or another, and it doesn't have to mean that you stop being your sweet-self! Going bitter is a bottomless pit that too many Scorpios decide to drop into..
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Elliot you are such a star...I could never be bitter and depressed...eeek that would totally SUCK!
Thanks u are one awesome Scorpion MAN!
MWAH all ova!
*smiling brightly*