An Anthology of poetry and prose

by

George W. Sharples

Page 1

List of poems:
  1. Journey's end
  2. Oh! Autumn wind
  3. Self conquered
  4. To be alive, to be...

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  • Poetry: - "What is poetry?" one may ask. It can only be defined as the sounds and syllables of a language, that when combined by the author in distinctive and often rhythmic ways forms the literature called poetry. When one describes a language he can use several ways to relate a thought (muse) to marvel at the wonders of nature, explain the universe, give advice, or ponder on the mysteries of death. Dramatic tragedies, comedies, essays can all be defined in a way rather easily and each has qualities that separates it from the rest.

    Reference:

  • Excerpted from Compton's Interactive Encyclopaedia
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    The following poem Journey's end is composed of what is known as syllable-stress line

    in a meter form of the Anapaestic tetrameter type. An example of this is from Lord Byron's

    "The Destruction of Sennacherib"

    Quotes:

    The more you stretch the truth, the easier it is to see through it.

    UNKNOWN

    "To say of what is not, or of what is not that is, is false. While to say of what it is, or of what it is not, is true.

    ARISTOTLE : Metaphysics
    Journey's end

    In the pale dusk, the journey nears its end -
    A long journey with a short memory to transcend.
    But still a faint ray in the spectrum of time will wend
    a trail far behind, the path which I descend.

    For now my eyes no longer fear to guide my own-
    Towards my own goal God knew 'twas to be sown.
    But now the destination looms at hand to see
    those minor things once casually assumed to be

     a' pressing the growing weight,
    To leave a print thus out of date.

    I sleep upon a bed of nails, my conscience grown;
    A great weight upon my heart and pushing down.
    I walk the thorny path my ego tries to condone,
    as my tears and blood nourish brambles on the ground.

     I know my own self so well, that I follow the lead
    With my own head down, eyes closed and see ahead.
    The journey carries with it now - no dangers plead
    The fear of doubt with me now is dead.

    Except those which I plaintively.
    Carry on my back subjectively    .

    For more poems click on the titles:

    1. Oh! Autumn wind

    2. Self Conquered

    3.To be alive, to be aware.

    4.Time - Reflections

    5. Tears of Life, Tears of Death

    6.An Introductory Essay on Contemporary Poetry

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