Stone Beds [A Poem and an Advance]
Stone Beds [A Poem and an Advance]
Stone Beds
[Pompeii's surge]Advance: after the great eruption of Pompeii's nearby volcano, Vesuvius, some two-thousand years ago in the heyday of the Roman Empire, what was left of the city were mostly ashes of stone from an unleashing furnace; it is hard to imagine what the people went through (none, not one person survived). I can only guess from the looks of the city today, and in its early excavations, its people were baked alive or asleep, like pottery. In many cases, beds were turned into stones. I have been to Italy twice, and Pompeii, most be the most blazing archeological sites in the world.For those not familiar with Pompeii, (the city, for there was also a General in the Roman Army, called Pompeii, whom gave his name to the city), for those folks, let me clarify: just the name stimulates deep slurs if not down right nightmarish emotions.Pompeii is located by the Bay of Neapolis. The time of the eruption, was A.D. 79. Pompeii, was a resort city, as you might think of Los Vegas. It was the Roman Empires richest city, with luxurious villas, and all seemed to live a most enjoyable lifestyle. This city reminds me of the Titanic, and Sodom and Gomorra. Yes, Pompeii was a most corrupt and violent city, or town-let, as some would have it.The Poem:Stone BedsSkin vaporized
Bones incinerated
Brains boiled-Then exploded!Skulls stained from
Red cerebral matter,
Like a glass that shattered;Teeth disintegrated.Dim and faint was their fate.Suffocation
Decomposed
Solidified-:The shapes of bodies?;Contorted positions-
Buried alive:
Like eggs packed,In clay pottery!...Note: 5/8/05 #642Author/Poet Dennis Siluk, http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
Biography of Charlotte Bronte
Biography of Charlotte Bronte
Charlotte Bronte (1816 ?1855) Novelist and Poet.Charlotte was the daughter of the Rev. Patrick Bronte,with her sisters Emily and Anne, Charlotte was brought up in a small parsonage in the Yorkshire village of Haworth. Whilst still in her childhood the Bronte sisters lost their mother and as the eldest Charlotte took up the a role of looking out for her sisters Emily and Anne. Charlotte was described as: "the motherly friend and guardian of her younger sisters,"The sisters had an unusual upringing in that their house overlooked the village graveyard. To escape from these surroundings and the loss of their mother they would often spend time creating stories of fantasy lands. These fantasy stories were often based on the soldiers of their strict, religious aunt, Elisabeth Branwell. Later in a poem Charlotte wrote:"We wove a web in childhood, / A web of sunny air."After various efforts as schoolmistresses and governesses, the sisters took to literature and published a volume of poems under the names of Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell Unfortunately these early publications were a commercial failure. However this did not deter Charlotte and she continued with her novels such as "The Professor" and "Jane Eyre". Jane Eyre proved to be tremendously popular with the public when it appeared in 1854. The novel has gained status as one of the classic's of English literature for its originality and strength of writing.Charlotte was married to her father's curate, the Rev. A. Nicholls, but after a short though happy married life she died in childbirth in 1855.Quote by Charlotte Bronte"Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last. To pluck the mask from the face of the Pharisee is not to lift an impious hand to the Crown of Thorns. "Poem by Charlotte Bronte - LIFELife, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly !What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away ?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway ?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair !Written for http://www.poetseers.orgFor More Female Poets http://www.poetseers.org/the_great_poets/female_poets/Written by Richard Pettingerhttp://www.richardpettinger.com/
Eds Poem
Eds Poem
Ed Gallagher Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept. 5, 2004This poem was written for Ed Gallagher, a good friend and neighbour on the day his wife called me to let me know that he was in the hospital and wasn't expected to live. I was asked by the family to read this at the gathering after the funeral service and copies were given to all his family members.It is important to recognize that we will miss our loved ones, despite the fact that they have lived to a good age, and especially when they die young.People will say
That you lived a good life
You had many years
With your kids and your wife.You lived a good life
Yes, it is true
But that doesn't mean
We won't miss you.The sound of your voice
The pace of your step,
These are things
We won't forget.Your years on the farm
Were not spent in vain
You raised quite a crew
Through your toil and strain.Though your sight and your hearing
Had begun to dim
Your mind was as sharp
As a tack or a pin.Your head was filled
With all kinds of facts
Sports, people, farming,
Living life to the max.When I came to visit
You expected a hug
And a simple kiss
On your smiling mug.The light in your eyes
When you talked with a friend,
Those are the memories
That will never end.You will be missed
Of that there's no doubt
And we'll think of you often
When we're out and about.Or when we are watching
A game on tv
And hear them announcing
He scores, or strike three.You lived a good life
Yes that is true.
But that doesn't mean
We won't miss you!copyright September 2004Fran Watson
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