I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air - I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath - It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows ‘twere better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep, Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear… But I’ve a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.
This poem was shown to me by a good friend. To me, the writer in this poem is talking about a death that he can not escape. He talks about a specific day, the first day of spring, the day that he will die. I believe he knows this because he is at war, “But I’ve a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year” this quote gives off an image, to me anyway, of him at war in a flaming town, on the first day of spring. He also contemplates where he will go after he dies, even or hell.
I think this poem is very interesting. I know, for me, that if I knew about the die I was going to die, I don’t know if I would be able to write about it. This poem makes me think and I really like it. I got this copy of the poem from:
I thought this video was pretty cool. I’ve known about it for a while and I always enjoy watching it. I beleive the people who put forth the effort to make this were trying to create humor in an unusual yet cool way. I thought they did a fairly good job of it too. I laugh every time I watch the video. The abnormal movement of the competitors along with the insane moves that they’re able to pull off while the ‘camera angle’ changes is really well thought out. There are a couple other video’s of the same matrix ping pong act, but you are able to see the people when they move around which sort of ruins it, in my opinon. I thought the black light that they added did a really good job of hiding the people behind the scenes to make it look more like a ‘matrix’ type of ping pong match.
Thats pretty funny. I like to play ping pong, this video made me think of how seriously people can take things such as a ping pong game when competing to win. I used to be very competitive…I’m sort of able to control my competitive urge now…
Reblog W5 This video was intense. I really liked the awkward movement and it did make me laugh on some parts. Now I have the sudden urge to play glow in the dark ping pong…
This is a picture of a sculptured bunny. I found it interesting because it is made from the wrappings of cigarettes. I think what the sculptist is trying to do is to make something harmless out of something that is truly harmful.
As I lay here with my soul at stake, I pray to you my dreams to take. In this slumber of utopian dream, I have everything I wish for so it seems… You take my hand and help me to my feet, There are no more sheep to count as they leap. With your hand back in mine, Your smile is bright and divine. We walk with our hands locked, Down this path of silvery rock. With the moonlight shine and the clouds away, The stars are pleading us to stay… We sit along the cold, luscious grass, We hold each other for a long time last. My warmth keeping your heart a beat, The feeling of its rythm falls to my feet. Your eyes sparkle and shine as the stars fly by, I just keep asking myself… Why? Why do people say there is no such thing, No such thing as a perfect scheme? I creep my lips close to yours, The paths to many doors close. But I do not care; For the path that leads to you is the only one I want to bear. Our lips touch in a soft spoken way, Not daring to turn away. I have you now in this dream, For the rest of time so it seems… As the stars burst in a cry, I begin to take you sky high. Levitating with your arms around my neck, All around us is a glorious reck. The moon is so far but yet so near, The view is better than off any pier. I grab a shooting star for you to take, It shines brighter than the sun off the evening lake. We start to slowly drop from this haven, My heart has already been taken. From the first time I saw you, It’s beat finally became true. Now with your feet landing in the grass, Our time together has come to pass. With the time I got to spend with you, My heart and soul became true. A blinding light pierces my eye lids, A shooting pain hits my ribs. You are no longer there beside me, Fire and ice cull inside thee. Knowing now that it was just a dream, My heart begins to tear a fresh seam. I hold back the tears, But i can barely handle my fears. We only exist in a world of dream, But there is no place better is seems. You are perfect in everyway, But you are only in my dreams. My dreams to stay…
I wrote this poem. This was an attempt to get over my first girlfriend. I tried to make myself see that she and I would never be together again but my heart wouldn’t accept that. So, at first it was a failed attempt, but later down the road I matured and was able to learn from my own writing. Now I can look back at this and only chuckle because I sound kind of pathetic in some ways. Even though she really got to me and the break up was rough for me. What made it worse was to see her and how it barley affected her at all. This poem has made me stronger and made me realize that I don’t need her. She and I are friends but nothing more. It was a good life lesson.
I should be thankful for the things I have gained.
Because for the rest of our lives,
OUR FAMILY REMAINS.
This is a poem that a teammate of mine wrote and then I edited and added my own lines into it. This is a very personal and strong poem. One of my favorites if not my favorite. Football is a huge part of my life, especially high school football. You probably got that from reading the poem itself. I read this poem at the football banquet and I had the whole room crying. Even I choked up a little bit, but I felt bad for making everyone cry. It still even gets to me now. Well let me know what you think. Have a good one.
Hey Im Justin. I chose this image beacuse Fossil Ridge is where i attended high school and I also played football for the school. I love to play football. It is a way of life for me. I hope to be playing in college sometime very soon.
The website where the picture originated from is no longer in existance… sad day. But I got it off of google images.