Poetry In Motion

One incident very funny to me happened one day;
so uncommon and weird was it that I couldn’t say
whether it was a reality, a hallucination or a dream:
I was to attend a mermaid-hosted party in a stream;
with this I was surprised, perplexed and proud,
and shouted aloud for the privilege me allowed.

To get to the meeting venue fast, I booked a flight,
but I arrived at the airport late_ a plight to fight;
I only saw the plane take off_ the flight was missed;
resolute not to miss the meeting, I decided to be bussed.

Actually, I boarded the bus safely and was ready
for the go; the bus roared to life and moved with speed steady;
all of a sudden, we came to a halt in the middle of nowhere;
back to status quo! I won’t retire till I acquire what I desire!

I thought of going by train, but it was too slow;
then I made up my mind that I’d in a boat go;
unfortunately, the boat capsized! We were saved
by sheer luck; I must get to where my mind craved.

Having used all the available transport media
and I remained in my progressless position earlier;
I made the funniest ever possible decision:
to go on foot_trekking_was the decision.

Even with this I wasn’t successful_
evil forces wanted not my success full;
as I was planning to start going,
my legs failed me_they ceased working!

I, in this confused state of mind, slept off;
when I woke up, I saw a letter-like stuff;
‘Come you must against all odds,’ said the fairy letter;
‘What next?’ Annoyed, I shouted and tore the letter.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words have forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too, late they have grieved in on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death,who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

By:Dylan Thomas

To lone I shall be plunder no more
My heart is jolly
As I glare into your hazel eyes
The spectacular windows to your soul
There I see a burning passion
Keeping me dazzled

Come let's make merry
And feel the ecstasy as we lie besides
each other
The renaissance of our love
In our eyrie we shall dwell
And watch the lillies blossom

Let me be your mercenary
For you I'll perennially stand guard
Out of our minds, the envious I shall
barricade
Their hooey is like the wind
Like eddies they raise the dust
Like the monsoons they eventually die
away

Now let's realize our fantasies
Not long ago, but for long a go
We were dark inside
But now the light shines
To the cheery renaissance of our love

Love crossed our part
Binding us together
Bringing us where we are
Building our hearts as lovers
Though our worlds seem afar
And we might live apart
Silence getting too long
Making our hearts to quiver
But as hope remain
Guiding us through the dark
Our love ever grow
Untill we meet again.

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遥远边界

揭月革新

巧妙地说

以讹传讹

连量子论

都餍足了

令捉眨眼。


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我是晃眼

把捉灵魂

请发现我

自从荒原

前变谎言

纵使久迂

我感一对

重新相逢。


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