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Excerpt from a poem in the upcoming poetry book with art "Love's Footsteps ~ dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on" by LuCxeed, an inspirational & motivational gift book, www.loves-footsteps.com -
Is Past a past
or a ghost?
Mind of Time, haunted,
cannot think, nor rest...
*music by Nemo
Music and poems and wise words, all are Nectar to Life.
"beneath the mockery of the moon... cosmic chord set the earth in tune..." poem by Arthur Henry Adams
Last night beneath the mockery of the moon
I heard the sudden startled whisperings
Of wakened birds settling their restless wings;
The North-east brought his word of gladness, "Soon!"
And all the night with wonder was a-swoon.
A soul had breathed into long-dreaming things;
Some unseen hand hovered above the strings:
Some cosmic chord had set the earth in tune.
And when I rose I saw the Bay arrayed
In her grey robe against the coming heat.
A pulse awoke within the stirring street--
The wattle-gold upon the pavements thrown,
And through the quiet of the colonnade
The smoky perfume of boronia blown.
One Step Wiser - World Culture Pictorial Online Journal Vol. 01
by Dean Goodluck
From the publisher -
World Cultural Pictorial®'s online journey took its very first step on Earth Day, 2008. Cosmos is grand, mind cannot be narrow, neither can reading, therefore nor the journal collections - from poem to policy, from food to high tech, to the fate of world's first bio-diesel fiberglass speedboat champion, from rainforests to real life-and-death stories in oceans, from tiny mouse challenging mighty leopard to endless wrestle of global powers. Readers have left tons of comments on Journals stemming out of comprehensive reading, random thoughts, and humor.
To welcome the New Year, Volume 1 is free to download until end of January 2017. Enjoy, and Happy Holidays!
"THE sea! the open sea! / The blue, the fresh, the ever free!.../ oh, how I love to ride/ On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide"
Poem "The Sea"
THE sea! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth's wide regions round!
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
Or like a cradled creature lies.
I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea!
I am where I would ever be;
With the blue above, and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe'er I go;
If a storm should come and awake the deep,
What mater? I shall ride and sleep.
I love, oh, how I love to ride
On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,
When every mad wave drowns the moon,
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,
And tells how goeth the world below,
And why the sou'west blasts do blow.
I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more,
And backward flew to her billowy breast,
Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest;
And a mother she was, and is, to me;
For I was born on the open sea!
The waves were white, and red the morn,
In the noisy hour when I was born;
And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled,
And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;
And never was heard such an outcy wild
As welcomed to life the ocean's child!
I've lived since then, in calm and strife,
Full fifty summers, a sailor's life,
With wealth to spend and a power to range,
But never have sought nor sighed for change;
And Death, whenever he comes to me,
Shall come on the wild, unbounded sea!
~ Barry Cornwall (Bryan Waller Procter)
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