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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night – Dylan Thomas

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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas Celebrations In 2014

Celebrating 100 Years Since the Poets Birth

A calender of events have been planned for 2014’s Dylan Thomas Celebrations.

Dylan Thomas, one of Wales’ greatest poets, was born in 1914 in his parents house 5 Cwmdonkin Drive,  Swansea, but spent his last few  years in West Wales.

Dylan Thomas Celebrations The now famous Boathouse in Laugharne was where the poet spent the last four years of his life with his wife Caitlin and three children, Aeronwy, Llewelyn and Colm. Laugharne was the inspiration to much of his work, including “Under Milk Wood”.

To celebrate 100 years since the poets birth, there are many events planned for the whole of Wales, with the focus on Swansea and Laugharne.

Words Not Spoken – Promote Yourself

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Although he could not say with words
The love he felt inside
He treasured every moment
And his heart would fill with pride
He never said I love you
But he came to every game
Even in defeat his son knew
He loved him just the same
He’d pat him on the head
Or maybe ruffle his hair
And tell him he was proud of him
As long as he played fair
When he graduated college
I love you wasn’t said
He smiled as he shook his hand
Mumbling, well done, my boy instead
When his son went to war
He trembled as he spoke
And brushing away the tears
He made a little joke

Now, his son’s come home
And he stands with eyes downcast
His hands stroking the coffin
Saying I love you son at last!

Beatrice Boyle

Rising // Rise – Promote Yourself

After every fall
I will rise
and stand even more tall

I will rise
over the wall
I will rise
above them all

Like the sun
which never dies
though sets every night
every day it does rise

Like the ocean
whose tides
many times they are down
but invariably they rise

Like the trees
from seeds they arise
and heights great
they rise and rise

After falling once,
twice and thrice
Again and again
I will rise and rise

I will rise
after every fall
After every fall
I will rise

Sagar Yadav 

 

The World’s Tiniest Violin-by jody s.- Promote Yourself

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Playing the tiniest violin

when faces turn and laughter abounds

A sad little tune as people point fingers

And scoff at the minute whine

 

But this song is not for them

It’s a Calvary song

See surprised and blank stares

Mouths agape

 

The band leader is here

And brought the trumpets

And drums with Him

Mighty is the sound

 

It shakes the very foundation

Feet rest upon

The woodwinds blow down

Trees rooted in the cold dark ground

 

The strings stroked by bows

Snap off puppets as they topple

Into the open earth

Returned to their master

 

Oh yes, the world’s tiniest violin

Only for a composer’s ear

Anthony gomez

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“You Are…” – Promote Yourself

hartt

A strange mixture

of wistful,

adversarial memories

holds me frozen

in time’s

tempestuous grip.

Modest glances,

over countertops

designed for us

as seconds brandish

dormant desires

between our air.

A caring you noted.

Sleeping tenderness

awakened with

vivacious appetites

for something yearned.

We turned into

one another,

comforted by

the cradle of

our hearts.

We found our eyes

within the light…

driving down a long,

percipient road…

fluttering emotion

for the one I love.

You are…

Nathan Lindsay

http://asortofromance.wordpress.com/2014/10/27/you-are/

 

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