POEM OF THE DAY : THE RAINY DAY - H. W. LONGFELLOW

THE RAINY DAY - H. W. LONGFELLOW

 (POWERFUL LIFE POETRY)

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•Nov 16, 2020

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Read by Shane Morris - A poem for anyone going through a rough time right now. #poem #poetry #inspirational

 

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POEM OF THE DAY : OZYMANDIAS - P. B. SHELLEY

OZYMANDIAS - P. B. SHELLEY (POWERFUL LIFE POETRY)

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•Apr 11, 2020

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Read by Vincent Price Music by Slow Meadow - Percy Bysshe Shelley was one of the most highly regarded and influential poets of the 19th century. Shelley's poem “Ozymandias” famously describes a ruined statue of an ancient king in an empty desert. This ambiguous ode carries between its folds heaps of philosophical matters; the poet uses a shattered statue to highlight the ephemeral nature of fame, vanity and power. Nothing lasts forever. Glory, reputation, conquests or occupations, everything will come to an end eventually.

 

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POEM OF THE DAY : TOMORROW, TOMORROW & TOMORROW

“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow”

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

(from Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth)

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

POEM OF THE DAY : THE WILL TO WIN - BERTON BRALEY

THE WILL TO WIN - A POWERFUL LIFE POEM

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•Nov 25, 2020

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Read by Shane Morris - The Will to Win by Berton Braley If you want a thing bad enough To go out and fight for it, Work day and night for it, Give up your time and your peace And your sleep for it, If only desire of it Makes you quite mad enough Never to tire of it, Makes you hold all other things tawdry And cheap for it, If life seems all empty and useless without it And all that you scheme And you dream is about it, If gladly you'll sweat for it, Fret for it, Plan for it, Lose all your terror of God or man for it, If you'll simply go after that thing that you want With all your capacity, Strength, and sagacity, Faith, hope, and confidence, stern pertinacity, If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt, Nor sickness nor pain Of body and brain Can turn you away from the thing that you want, If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it, You'll get it.

 

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POEM OF THE DAY : ULYSSES - TENNYSON

ULYSSES 

BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

It little profits that an idle king, 

By this still hearth, among these barren crags, 

Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole 

Unequal laws unto a savage race, 

That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. 

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink 

Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd 

Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those 

That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when 

Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades 

Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; 

For always roaming with a hungry heart 

Much have I seen and known; cities of men 

And manners, climates, councils, governments,

Myself not least, but honour'd of them all; 

And drunk delight of battle with my peers, 

Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. 

I am a part of all that I have met; 

Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' 

Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades 

For ever and forever when I move. 

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, 

To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! 

As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life 

Were all too little, and of one to me 

Little remains: but every hour is saved 

From that eternal silence, something more, 

A bringer of new things; and vile it were 

For some three suns to store and hoard myself, 

And this gray spirit yearning in desire 

To follow knowledge like a sinking star, 

Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. 

         This is my son, mine own Telemachus, 

To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,— 

Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil 

This labour, by slow prudence to make mild 

A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees 

Subdue them to the useful and the good. 

Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere 

Of common duties, decent not to fail 

In offices of tenderness, and pay 

Meet adoration to my household gods, 

When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. 

         There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: 

There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, 

Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me— 

That ever with a frolic welcome took 

The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed 

Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old; 

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; 

Death closes all: but something ere the end, 

Some work of noble note, may yet be done, 

Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. 

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: 

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep 

Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 

'T is not too late to seek a newer world. 

Push off, and sitting well in order smite 

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds 

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 

Of all the western stars, until I die. 

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: 

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, 

And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. 

Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' 

We are not now that strength which in old days 

Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; 

One equal temper of heroic hearts, 

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will 

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

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POETRY FOUNDATION.ORG

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45392/ulysses

POEM OF THE DAY : "1ST SEPTEMBER 1939" BY W.H. AUDEN

"1ST SEPTEMBER 1939" BY W.H. AUDEN 

(READ BY TOM O'BEDLAM)

109,473 views•Dec 29, 2008

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On this day Hitler invaded Poland and WWII broke out.  Thucydides was an honest historian, the originator of Political Realism which observes that the relationship between countries is based on strength and not which is in the right. His work is still studied in military academies.

 

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POEM OF THE DAY : ULYSSES BY TENNYSON

         (Picture from Wikipedia)

Ulysses

by James Joyce

"O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the

figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and pink and blue

and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and

cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put

the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how

he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and

then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to

say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him

down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like

mad and yes I said yes I will Yes."

Excerpt from, "Ulysses, " by James Joyce. Public domain.

Grateful thanks to

THE WRITER'S ALMANAC 

For Biography of Tennyson from Wikipedia 

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred,_Lord_Tennyson