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Postby Slade » Thu Nov 15, 2007 1:24 am


HOW DO I LOVE THEE by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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Postby Slade » Thu Nov 15, 2007 1:28 am


LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?

See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
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Postby Slade » Thu Nov 15, 2007 1:33 am


And, of course...

LULLABY by W.H. Auden

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm:
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie upon
Her tolerant enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
While an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's carnal ecstasy,

Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell
And fashionable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost.
All the dreaded cards foretell.
Shall be paid, but from this night
Not a whisper, not a thought.
Not a kiss nor look be lost.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of welcome show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find our mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness find you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love.
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Postby Slade » Thu Nov 15, 2007 1:45 am


I'm on a roll...

LOVE by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat ;
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you.

MARRIAGE MORNING by Alfred Tennyson

Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, the woods and the meadows,
Woods where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stay'd to be kind,
Meadows in which we met!

Light, so low in the vale
You flash and lighten afar,
For this is the golden morning of love,
And you are his morning start.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and wood,
Oh, lighten into my eyes and heart,
Into my heart and my blood!

Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never tires?
O' heart, are you great enough for love?
I have heard of thorns and briers,
Over the meadow and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash for a million miles.
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Postby Slade » Thu Nov 15, 2007 1:57 am


And finally, my favorite poet: the one and only A.E. Housman:


Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
Are lying in field and lane,
With dandelions to tell the hours
That never are told again.
Oh may I squire you round the meads
And pick you posies gay?
--'Twill do no harm to take my arm.
"You may, young man, you may."

Ah, spring was sent for lass and lad,
'Tis now the blood runs gold,
And man and maid had best be glad
Before the world is old.
What flowers to-day may flower to-morrow,
But never as good as new.
--Suppose I wound my arm right round--
"'Tis true, young man, 'tis true."

Some lads there are, 'tis shame to say,
That only court to thieve,
And once they bear the bloom away
'Tis little enough they leave.
Then keep your heart for men like me
And safe from trustless chaps.
My love is true and all for you.
"Perhaps, young man, perhaps."

Oh, look in my eyes then, can you doubt?
--Why, 'tis a mile from town.
How green the grass is all about!
We might as well sit down.
--Ah, life, what it is but a flower?
Why must true lovers sigh?
Be kind, have pity, my own, my pretty,--
"Good-bye, young man, good-bye."


When I was one and twenty,
I heard a wise man say,
"Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free."
But when I was one and twenty,
No use to talk to me.

When I was one and twenty
I heard him say again,
"The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs a-plenty
And sold for endless rue."
And I am two and twenty,
And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.


Oh, when I was in love with you
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.

And now the fancy passes by
And nothing will remain,
And miles around they'll say that I
Am quite myself again.

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Postby Mbwun » Thu Nov 15, 2007 2:59 am


All this love poetry you're posting for Krista. People are gonna start talkin'.

/just sayin' :wink:

:lol: :lol: :lol:
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Make no mistake, this is a Supercar. Looks good .. goes fast .. nothing else matters. - Jeremy Clarkson

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Postby Slade » Thu Nov 15, 2007 3:24 am


It all began at Midnight, on Friday 13th, at Poe's Grave, when The Ghouls came out to play...

Our eyes met over a tombstone as the crackheads peered through the iron fence...literally.

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Postby WaywardSoul » Thu Nov 15, 2007 2:45 pm

"Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species". - W. Somerset Maugham
"Remember, there's a big difference between kneeling down and bending over." - Frank Zappa
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Postby Slade » Thu Nov 15, 2007 6:14 pm


And that's a good opening for me to tout a movie that reflects Maugham's quote:

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Postby kit » Mon Nov 19, 2007 7:54 am

WaywardSoul wrote:"Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species". - W. Somerset Maugham

if you acknowledge that there is a tri-une brain..........then love has very little to do with the continuation of the species........
several thousand years of evolution have failed to completely eradicate certain aspects of our brains and they do tend to overide the logical part at times........imho :lol:
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Postby kit » Mon Nov 19, 2007 9:00 am

not to be confusing, but as I was reading the love came to mind.......... and I thought ........AHA!! a Slade Love Slade...this one's for you..........I'm sure you are familiar with it............

The rain set early in to-night,
the sullen wind soon awake,
It torn the elm-tops down for spite,
And did it's worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria: straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneel'd and made the cheerless grate,
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm:
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soil'd gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And last, she sat down by my side,
And call'd me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me-- she
Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me forever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night's gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I look'd up at her eyes
Happy and proud: at last I knew
Porphyria worshipp'd me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laugh'd the blue eyes without strain.
And I untighten'd next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blush'd bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propp'd her head up as before,
Only this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorn'd at once is fled,
And I, it's love , am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guess'd not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirr'd
And yet God has not said a word!

Robert Browning(Porphyria's Lover)
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Postby Slade » Thu May 06, 2010 6:06 pm

Here's a piece for argument: "15 Sequels That Topped the Originals":,,2035585 ... ml?hpt=Mid

On some, I disagree:

I preferred BEFORE SUNRISE to BEFORE SUNSET (thus this thread).



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Postby PohlSE » Thu May 06, 2010 10:34 pm

I agreed with most of their list but their are a couple that don't belong here at all (IMO):

Kill Bill 1 & 2 are NOT original and sequel. It is one movie broken in half due to time constraints. So it shouldn't be on this list.

LOTR is one continuous story and probably shouldn't be here either.

Excluding those two I think they are wrong about three; BEFORE SUNRISE is superior, Terminator 2 is so juvenile as to be comical, and Babe 2 was lousy.

I have to agree with them about Dawn of the Dead - Best Romero movie ever.
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Postby EZ Rhino » Tue Sep 06, 2011 4:23 pm

So if the media creates and fuels our fantasies, what happens when we're confronted with reality?

Some of the people look a bit perturbed when confronted with ordinary women recreating glamour model poses on the street in the midst of everyday activities. I could be wrong though. I couldn't watch this video with the sound on as I'm in the middle of a shared area.

The lengths we go in order to create our illusions as we like them shouldn't be underestimated.
I wish the media would report more on public service and charity news instead of gossip. It is of much greater value. - Jackie Chan
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Postby Baidhnobas » Fri Sep 09, 2011 9:19 pm

While I appreciate the sentiment, I don't think the means of expressing it is very...oh, what's the word I want? Accurate? Logical? The fashion industry isn't selling poses; it's not saying "if you stand like this, people will love you." What it says is "you have to be this height, this weight, this shape, wear these clothes, these shoes, this makeup, oh, and we'd prefer you to be blonde (or whatever the colour of the month is)." The poses are just window dressing. You want to make a point on fashion absurdity, you have to put the products in real world situations. What they did in the video confuses people all right, but not the way they ought to be confused.
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