20 Apr, 2021 Today
POEM OF THE DAY
The Castle In Austria
From 'The Boy's Wonderhorn'

There lies a castle in Austria,
Right goodly to behold,
Walled tip with marble stones so fair,
With silver and with red gold.

Therein lies captive a young boy,
For life and death he lies bound,
Full forty fathoms under the earth,
'Midst vipers and snakes around.

His father came from Rosenberg,
Before the tower he went:--
'My son, my dearest son, how hard
Is thy imprisonment!'

'O father, dearest father mine,
So hardly I am bound,
Full forty fathoms under the earth,
'Midst vipers and snakes around!'

His father went before the lord:--
'Let loose thy captive to me!
I have at home three casks of gold,
And these for the boy I'll gi'e.'

'Three casks of gold, they help you not:
That boy, and he must die!
He wears round his neck a golden chain;

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POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
Spaces
Space
No center, no above, no below
Ceaselessly devouring and engendering itself
Whirlpool space
And drop into height
Spaces
Clarities steeply cut
Suspended
By the night's flank
Black gardens of rock crystal

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POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
I Asked That Unnamed Bird
Oh, come on
Here I am
Waiting for you
For the truth.
Please come on,
We both would fly
Together to
Measure the sky.
Oh my partner
My heart's heart

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19 Apr, 2021 Monday
POEM OF THE DAY
The Universal Shyp
Come to, Companyons: ren: tyme it is to rowe:
Our Carake fletis: the se is large and wyde
And depe Inough: a pleasaunt wynde doth blowe.
Prolonge no tyme, our Carake doth you byde,
Our felawes tary for you on every syde.
Hast hyther, I say, ye folys naturall,
Howe oft shall I you unto my Navy call?

Ye have one confort, ye shall nat be alone:
Your company almoste is infynyte;
For nowe alyve ar men but fewe or none
That of my shyp can red hym selfe out quyte.
A fole in felawes hath pleasour and delyte.
Here can none want, for our proclamacion
Extendyth farre: and to many a straunge nacyon.

Both yonge and olde, pore man, and estate:
The folysshe moder: hir doughter by hir syde,
Ren to our Navy, ferynge to come too late.
No maner of degre is in the worlde wyde,
But that for all theyr statelynes and pryde
As many as from the way of wysdome tryp
Shall have a rowme and place within my shyp.

My folysshe felawes therfore I you exort
Hast to our Navy, for tyme it is to rowe:
Nowe must we leve eche sympyll haven and porte,
And sayle to that londe where folys abound and flow;
For whether we aryve at London or Bristowe,
Or any other Haven within this our londe,

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POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
First Time
Love felled me
like a tree the ax
bit through and I
came crashing down
in a waterfall
of green leaves.
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POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
Water, Water.....
They say pointing out to evidences
Planet Mars was once rich
With abundant water sources
Who knows the earth,
Our home planet
Will not have a future
Devoid of water?
Beware!
Stop unscrupulous
Exploitation of nature.

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18 Apr, 2021 Sunday
POEM OF THE DAY
A Poem On Divine Revelation
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace,
And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd
In full assembly fair, once more we view,
And hail with voice expressive of the heart,
Patrons and sons of this illustrious hall.
This hall more worthy of its rising fame
Than hall on mountain or romantic hill,
Where Druid bards sang to the hero's praise,
While round their woods and barren heaths was heard
The shrill calm echo of th' enchanting shell.
Than all those halls and lordly palaces
Where in the days of chivalry, each knight,
And baron brave in military pride
Shone in the brass and burning steel of war;
For in this hall more worthy of a strain
No envious sound forbidding peace is heard,
Fierce song of battle kindling martial rage
And desp'rate purpose in heroic minds:
But sacred truth fair science and each grace
Of virtue born; health, elegance and ease
And temp'rate mirth in social intercourse
Convey rich pleasure to the mind; and oft
The sacred muse in heaven-breathing song
Doth wrap the soul in extasy divine,
Inspiring joy and sentiment which not
The tale of war or song of Druids gave.
The song of Druids or the tale of war
With martial vigour every breast inspir'd,
With valour fierce and love of deathless fame;
But here a rich and splendid throng conven'd

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POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
Don'T Let That Horse
Don't let that horse
eat that violin

cried Chagall's mother

But he
kept right on
painting

And became famous

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POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
The Moaning Coast
I'm struggling in the rain,
In existence, I'm drowning
Sweetheart!
Shed no tears
Stopping the flowing river
I want to drink from you
A handful of water for a bit
Don't leave me on the coast behind you,
Alone, alone…
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