Friday Night Poetry


The truth is, I don’t really know what to post. Maybe I’m a little stressed or my mind’s too relaxed to ponder on good ideas to fuzz about. I tried checking on Plinky for a topic, but feel bored in the middle of writing a content, I realized it’s not really that interesting. So I skim on stuffs over the net, anything that could spark my interest: Politics, religion, music and celebrity scandals etc. Then I realized I haven’t featured any poems in my blog yet, so I look up for my favorite poem and decided to post something about it.

Little other people know, I’m a lover of poetry (and quotes). I don’t seem like one whenever you meet me, I know, but, since I feel like daring, mind you there are some poems that could capture me and leave me teary eyed (Slam! Bam! Thank you, Ma’am!). You don’t believe me? Ask Vem. Though sometimes I hate it (I really do), (Ehem!) “mababaw lang talaga ang luha ko” (in “Torpedo” tune). I hate it when Vem caught me like that and seem amused by it.

Anyway, why do I love poetry? Let me give you a quote from a movie that explained it better.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer: that you are here; that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

– John Keating “Dead Poet Society”

So from now on, I’ll be posting some poems I’ve read and my own stuffs ( Don’t expect much with mine, maybe because of hyperthyroidism, I tend to lost and forget my write ups and I’m not really good in writing anyway hehehe.. )

Here it is by Max Ehrmann:

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

– Max Ehrmann, 1927

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.

3 thoughts on “Friday Night Poetry

  1. I have read that poem before but it is always good to be reminded of such beautiful words.
    You say that you are not much good at writing..I read what you write..I like it..so it can’t be bad. YOU just think it is..the same as I do mine.

    keep at it boyo…

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