The Old Stoic

[darkblue]

Riches I hold in light esteem,

And Love I laugh to scorn;

And lust of fame was but a dream,

That vanished with the morn:

 

And if I pray, the only prayer

That moves my lips for me

Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,

And give me liberty!"

 

Yes, as my swift days near their goal:

'Tis all that I implore ;

In life and death a chainless soul,

With courage to endure.

 

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Emily Bronte - such a genius with words.

[ShySoul]

Yes, she is.

 

You know what I really want though? I want to see some of your writing. There has to be a poet somewhere inside you.

[darkblue]

I do a lot of creative writings, etc - but seldom poetic.

[ShySoul]

Ah. Then I think I'll bug you until you share some of the writing, doesn't have to be poetry. Come on, lets see it.

[darkblue]

The Christmas Kringle thing.

I did poetry there - now leave me be.

[AwdreeHpburn]

LOL! ...now leave me be

 

That was a beautiful poem but how 'bout an original work??

[ShySoul]

Sorry to bother you. Just think that sharing your stuff could be good for you. I know I find writing a good way of handling my problems and expressing myself.

 

Best of luck.

[darkblue]

Ah, I'm kidding, buddy.

 

I prefer the old fashioned pen to paper.

But Emily Bronte is brilliance at its best.

 

I posted another Emily Bronte, some time ago.

"The Horrors of Sleep".

One of my favourites.