NunYah's House of Poetry

Futility ~ Wilfred Owen

Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, - still warm, - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?

I love this piece, it's really moving... almost as though Owen is sympathising with the sun, and the fact that its efforts are no longer getting the desired results. The sun was able, at one time, to provide him with enough light and warmth to grow, to mature... but now that he is cold and lifeless the warmth and light can do no more cry

Originally posted by Syren
Futility ~ Wilfred Owen

Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, - still warm, - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?

I love this piece, it's really moving... almost as though Owen is sympathising with the sun, and the fact that its efforts are no longer getting the desired results. The sun was able, at one time, to provide him with enough light and warmth to grow, to mature... but now that he is cold and lifeless the warmth and light can do no more cry

This one always brings a tickle to my nickle as the title suggests...and since one of our inhouse poet is a steadfast fan and fanatic, i thought it would do the same for him....it's the first part of the poem.

Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain....

Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain,
Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies;
Without that modest softening that enhances
The downcast eye, repentant of the pain
That its mild light creates to heal again:
E’en then, elate, my spirit leaps, and prances,
E’en then my soul with exultation dances
For that to love, so long, I’ve dormant lain:
But when I see thee meek, and kind, and tender,
Heavens! how desperately do I adore
Thy winning graces;—to be thy defender
I hotly burn—to be a Calidore—
A very Red Cross Knight—a stout Leander—
Might I be loved by thee like these of yore.

Originally posted by NunYahBidness
This one always brings a tickle to my nickle as the title suggests...and since one of our inhouse poet is a steadfast fan and fanatic, i thought it would do the same for him....it's the first part of the poem.

[b]Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain....

Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain,
Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies;
Without that modest softening that enhances
The downcast eye, repentant of the pain
That its mild light creates to heal again:
E’en then, elate, my spirit leaps, and prances,
E’en then my soul with exultation dances
For that to love, so long, I’ve dormant lain:
But when I see thee meek, and kind, and tender,
Heavens! how desperately do I adore
Thy winning graces;—to be thy defender
I hotly burn—to be a Calidore—
A very Red Cross Knight—a stout Leander—
Might I be loved by thee like these of yore. [/B]

O thats good 😄

Originally posted by RaeRox
O thats good 😄

verry good....(just to make a point 😛 ) I like it.

Originally posted by RaeRox
O thats good 😄

HAHAHAHA!!!! 😆

yah still love me?

Anyways Children!!!!

I will be in New York in a week for an internship program for the next six months, in the hopes it will get me the time and experience needed for a real job in the telecommunication corporate world!! Wouldn't that be grand. But would I trade it all in for some creative joy and a soul that dreams beyond this brown mud we call earth? NAH!!!

But I will stop by to check up on yah, make sure you're all behaving properly like little Lord Fauntelroys and Shirley Temple's.

Sy: Stay beautiful babe! And you really should get your shit published!
Krunk'd: You my man! And if I were gay...I'd do yah! HAHAHAHA! Please make nice, A'ight?
Feanor: Dude! STFU already and just do it!!! And you know ya did wrong.
Cold: Hey! You're shit gets better, don't let Krunk'd get ya....he just likes you is all....HAHAHAHAHA!!! Nothing to be scared about.
Rae!!!! You da bomb! Yep, dat's right...you tickle ma nickle babeh!

And as for the rest of yous poets that were to afraid to post anything but is reading this....get with the program! Life is like water....8 glasses a day is just not enough to make the bad taste go away. But it sure is righteous when ya have ta pee!!!!

Why do all the people I love leave me? Don't answer that.

Nun, you're beautiful, man. $tay that way.

For my friend, Nun...(abridged):

Death 'tis to part,
'Tis threefold death
To part, not hoping
Ever to meet again.

Thou wouldst rejoice to leave
This hated land behind,
Wert thou not chain'd to me
With friendships flowery chains.

Burst them! I'll not repine.
No noble friend
Would stay his fellow-captive,
If means of flight appear.

The remembrance
Of his dear friend's freedom
Gives him freedom
In his dungeon.

Thou go'st,--I'm left.
But e'en already
The last year's winged spokes
Whirl round the smoking axle.

I number the turns
Of the thundering wheel;
The last one I bless.--
Each bar then is broken, I'm free then as thou!

good luck in NY dude...and thanks for the advise 😉

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Why do all the people I love leave me? Don't answer that.

Nun, you're beautiful, man. $tay that way.

so what? am i not also loved dear sweet capulet?

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
For my friend, Nun...(abridged):

Death 'tis to part,
'Tis threefold death
To part, not hoping
Ever to meet again.

Thou wouldst rejoice to leave
This hated land behind,
Wert thou not chain'd to me
With friendships flowery chains.

Burst them! I'll not repine.
No noble friend
Would stay his fellow-captive,
If means of flight appear.

The remembrance
Of his dear friend's freedom
Gives him freedom
In his dungeon.

Thou go'st,--I'm left.
But e'en already
The last year's winged spokes
Whirl round the smoking axle.

I number the turns
Of the thundering wheel;
The last one I bless.--
Each bar then is broken, I'm free then as thou!

I love you, too. However, you do realise that it was not I, but my friend Goethe who wrote the above passage, right? If nae, then I apologise for the misrepresentation.

It's taken from Goethe's 'Three Odes To My Friend' written in 1767, but with sentiments that will span time immemorial...

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
I love you, too. However, you do realise that it was not I, but my friend Goethe who wrote the above passage, right? If nae, then I apologise for the misrepresentation.

It's taken from Goethe's 'Three Odes To My Friend' written in 1767, but with sentiments that will span time immemorial...

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Why do all the people I love leave me? Don't answer that.

Nun, you're beautiful, man. $tay that way.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
For my friend, Nun...(abridged):

Death 'tis to part,
'Tis threefold death
To part, not hoping
Ever to meet again.

Thou wouldst rejoice to leave
This hated land behind,
Wert thou not chain'd to me
With friendships flowery chains.

Burst them! I'll not repine.
No noble friend
Would stay his fellow-captive,
If means of flight appear.

The remembrance
Of his dear friend's freedom
Gives him freedom
In his dungeon.

Thou go'st,--I'm left.
But e'en already
The last year's winged spokes
Whirl round the smoking axle.

I number the turns
Of the thundering wheel;
The last one I bless.--
Each bar then is broken, I'm free then as thou!

Now children, even though WE are grown MEN! Even WE can have our moments. So SHUTIT!!!

If you call me 'children' one more time I'll kick your ass. Yes, I will wait until you return from your nomad-like wanderings and hurt you.

But, failing that, I'm gonna miss you Nun hug

Originally posted by NunYahBidness
Anyways Children!!!!

I will be in New York in a week for an internship program for the next six months, in the hopes it will get me the time and experience needed for a real job in the telecommunication corporate world!! Wouldn't that be grand. But would I trade it all in for some creative joy and a soul that dreams beyond this brown mud we call earth? NAH!!!

But I will stop by to check up on yah, make sure you're all behaving properly like little Lord Fauntelroys and Shirley Temple's.

Sy: Stay beautiful babe! And you really should get your shit published!
Krunk'd: You my man! And if I were gay...I'd do yah! HAHAHAHA! Please make nice, A'ight?
Feanor: Dude! STFU already and just do it!!! And you know ya did wrong.
Cold: Hey! You're shit gets better, don't let Krunk'd get ya....he just likes you is all....HAHAHAHAHA!!! Nothing to be scared about.
Rae!!!! You da bomb! Yep, dat's right...you tickle ma nickle babeh!

And as for the rest of yous poets that were to afraid to post anything but is reading this....get with the program! Life is like water....8 glasses a day is just not enough to make the bad taste go away. But it sure is righteous when ya have ta pee!!!!

Thanks hun and I'll miss ya hug

weep

Originally posted by Syren
weep

Originally posted by Syren
If you call me 'children' one more time I'll kick your ass. Yes, I will wait until you return from your nomad-like wanderings and hurt you.

But, failing that, I'm gonna miss you Nun hug

Originally posted by Coldfire
You'd BETTER keep checkin in or I'll come kick your arse 😛

Thanks hun and I'll miss ya hug

Okay childr....er, Ladies and Gents!!! Make sure you post any poems you feel inspire, awe, make yah wet whichever...and enjoy!!!

Hey, wait... you didn't leave 😕

um...not for a few days he's not!