THE BIG SHOWDOWN IS COMING
Sonar found out that he was “created to stop/kill” Radar. But how much of this do YOU think is possible? Come to my blog (www.flyonforever.blogspot.com) and vote on who YOU think would win the battle.
Personally, I cannot say because unfortunately, both are my friends. However, I believe that the prophecy in Harry Potter “Neither Shall Live While The Other Survives” might prove true here as well.
Let’s see what the readers think the outcome will be. I’m extremely curious on who the readers have more faith in.
Let the voting begin.
Echo
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Elizabeth I : Queen and Poet?
If I could meet ANYONE in the world, I would love to meet Queen Elizabeth I. Not only was she an amazing ruler and my role model, but she was also a very gifted poet.
THE DOUBT OF FUTURE FOES
by: Queen Elizabeth I (1533-1603)
HE doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;
For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb,
Which should not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web.
But clouds of joy untried do cloak aspiring minds,
Which turn to rain of late repent by changed course of winds.
The top of hope supposed the root upreared shall be,
And fruitless all their grafted guile, as shortly ye shall see.
The dazzled eyes with pride, which great ambition blinds,
Shall be unsealed by worthy wights whose foresight falsehood finds.
The daughter of debate that discord aye doth sow
Shall reap no gain where former rule still peace hath taught to know.
No foreign banished wight shall anchor in this port;
Our realm brooks not seditious sects, let them elsewhere resort.
My rusty sword through rest shall first his edge employ
To poll their tops that seek such change or gape for future joy.
ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE
by: Queen Elizabeth I (1533-1603)
GRIEVE and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly to prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned.
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant.
WRITTEN IN HER FRENCH PSALTER
by: Queen Elizabeth I (1533-1603)
O crooked leg, no bleared eye,
No part deformed out of kind,
Nor yet so ugly half can be
As is the inward suspicious mind.
WRITTEN ON A WALL AT WOODSTOCK
by: Queen Elizabeth I (1533-1603)
H fortune, thy wresting wavering state
Hath fraught with cares my troubled wit,
Whose witness this present prison late
Could bear, where once was joy's loan quit.
Thou causedst the guilty to be loosed
From bands where innocents were inclosed,
And caused the guiltless to be reserved,
And freed those that death had well deserved.
But all herein can be nothing wrought,
So God send to my foes all they have thought.
WRITTEN WITH A DIAMOND ON HER WINDOW AT WOODSTOCK
by: Queen Elizabeth I (1533-1603)
UCH suspected by me,
Nothing proved can be,
Quoth Elizabeth prisoner.
'When I was fair and young'Questionable Authorship by Elizabeth I
When I was fair and young then favour graced me;
Of many was I sought their mistress for to be.
But I did scorn them all, and answered them therefore,
Go, go, go, seek some otherwhere,
Importune me no more.
How many weeping eyes I made to pine in woe;
How many sighing hearts I have no skill to show;
Yet I the prouder grew, and answered them therefore,
Go, go, go, seek some otherwhere,
Importune me no more.
Then spake fair Venus' son, that proud victorious boy,
And said, you dainty dame, since that you be so coy,
I will so pluck your plumes that you shall say no more
Go, go, go, seek some otherwhere,
Importune me no more.
When he had spake these words such change grew in my breast,
That neither night nor day I could take any rest.
Then, lo! I did repent, that I had said before
Go, go, go, seek some otherwhere,
Importune me no more.
'AH, SILLY PUG'
Questionable Authorship by Elizabeth I
Ah, silly pug, wert thou so sore afraid?
Mourn not, my Wat, nor be thou so dismayed.
It passeth fickle Fortune's power and skill
To force my heart to think thee any ill.
No Fortune base, thou sayst, shall alter thee;
And may so blind a wretch then conquer me?
No, no, my pug, though Fortune were not blind,
Assure thyself she could not rule my mind.
Ne chose I thee by foolish Fortune's rede,
Ne can she make me alter with such speed;
But must thou needs sour Sorrow's servant be
If, that to try, thy mistress jest with thee.
Fortune, I grant, sometimes doth conquer kings,
And rules and reigns on earth and earthly things;
But never think Fortune can bear sway,
If Virtue watch and will her not obey.
Pluck up thy heart, suppress thy brackish tears,
Torment thee not, but put away thy fears.
Thy love, thy joy, she loves no worthless bands,
Much less to be in reeling Fortune's hands.
Dread to all joys and living unto woe,
Slain quite by her that ne'er gave wise man blow,
Revive again, and live without all dread;
The less afraid, the better shalt thou speed.
pug, one of Elizabeth's pet names for Ralegh.
Wat, Walter.
rede, advice.
speed, succeed.
THE DOUBT OF FUTURE FOES
by: Queen Elizabeth I (1533-1603)
HE doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;
For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb,
Which should not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web.
But clouds of joy untried do cloak aspiring minds,
Which turn to rain of late repent by changed course of winds.
The top of hope supposed the root upreared shall be,
And fruitless all their grafted guile, as shortly ye shall see.
The dazzled eyes with pride, which great ambition blinds,
Shall be unsealed by worthy wights whose foresight falsehood finds.
The daughter of debate that discord aye doth sow
Shall reap no gain where former rule still peace hath taught to know.
No foreign banished wight shall anchor in this port;
Our realm brooks not seditious sects, let them elsewhere resort.
My rusty sword through rest shall first his edge employ
To poll their tops that seek such change or gape for future joy.
ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE
by: Queen Elizabeth I (1533-1603)
GRIEVE and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly to prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned.
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant.
WRITTEN IN HER FRENCH PSALTER
by: Queen Elizabeth I (1533-1603)
O crooked leg, no bleared eye,
No part deformed out of kind,
Nor yet so ugly half can be
As is the inward suspicious mind.
WRITTEN ON A WALL AT WOODSTOCK
by: Queen Elizabeth I (1533-1603)
H fortune, thy wresting wavering state
Hath fraught with cares my troubled wit,
Whose witness this present prison late
Could bear, where once was joy's loan quit.
Thou causedst the guilty to be loosed
From bands where innocents were inclosed,
And caused the guiltless to be reserved,
And freed those that death had well deserved.
But all herein can be nothing wrought,
So God send to my foes all they have thought.
WRITTEN WITH A DIAMOND ON HER WINDOW AT WOODSTOCK
by: Queen Elizabeth I (1533-1603)
UCH suspected by me,
Nothing proved can be,
Quoth Elizabeth prisoner.
'When I was fair and young'Questionable Authorship by Elizabeth I
When I was fair and young then favour graced me;
Of many was I sought their mistress for to be.
But I did scorn them all, and answered them therefore,
Go, go, go, seek some otherwhere,
Importune me no more.
How many weeping eyes I made to pine in woe;
How many sighing hearts I have no skill to show;
Yet I the prouder grew, and answered them therefore,
Go, go, go, seek some otherwhere,
Importune me no more.
Then spake fair Venus' son, that proud victorious boy,
And said, you dainty dame, since that you be so coy,
I will so pluck your plumes that you shall say no more
Go, go, go, seek some otherwhere,
Importune me no more.
When he had spake these words such change grew in my breast,
That neither night nor day I could take any rest.
Then, lo! I did repent, that I had said before
Go, go, go, seek some otherwhere,
Importune me no more.
'AH, SILLY PUG'
Questionable Authorship by Elizabeth I
Ah, silly pug, wert thou so sore afraid?
Mourn not, my Wat, nor be thou so dismayed.
It passeth fickle Fortune's power and skill
To force my heart to think thee any ill.
No Fortune base, thou sayst, shall alter thee;
And may so blind a wretch then conquer me?
No, no, my pug, though Fortune were not blind,
Assure thyself she could not rule my mind.
Ne chose I thee by foolish Fortune's rede,
Ne can she make me alter with such speed;
But must thou needs sour Sorrow's servant be
If, that to try, thy mistress jest with thee.
Fortune, I grant, sometimes doth conquer kings,
And rules and reigns on earth and earthly things;
But never think Fortune can bear sway,
If Virtue watch and will her not obey.
Pluck up thy heart, suppress thy brackish tears,
Torment thee not, but put away thy fears.
Thy love, thy joy, she loves no worthless bands,
Much less to be in reeling Fortune's hands.
Dread to all joys and living unto woe,
Slain quite by her that ne'er gave wise man blow,
Revive again, and live without all dread;
The less afraid, the better shalt thou speed.
pug, one of Elizabeth's pet names for Ralegh.
Wat, Walter.
rede, advice.
speed, succeed.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Random Quote
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is God's gift, that's why we call it the present.
Friday, January 9, 2009
I died with them
I am sure that it has been long enough that Lilac wouldn't mind me posting this
I died with them
Current mood: restless
Category: Writing and Poetry
Everyone tells me it's done
Everyone tells me to forget
Everyone tells me to move on
I can't, I won't
I don't want to
I know I should
I wish I had it in me to try
But I can't forget
I wishing for something that will never be
I'm drowning in myself
This has gone beyond the past
This has plagued my future
My present is clear
Only until memories come back
I try to stay, where you all see me
But inside I am stuck
In a time, no longer mine
Someone save me
I've turned into something I can't identify
Turned my life into an illusion
This isn't me
That was me, will always be
Help me find her again
The one I was
The one I can only ever be
Only they can save me
Turn me back to who I was
But it's dead
We're dead
My memories are immortal
They died with my soul
I died with them
I died with them
Current mood: restless
Category: Writing and Poetry
Everyone tells me it's done
Everyone tells me to forget
Everyone tells me to move on
I can't, I won't
I don't want to
I know I should
I wish I had it in me to try
But I can't forget
I wishing for something that will never be
I'm drowning in myself
This has gone beyond the past
This has plagued my future
My present is clear
Only until memories come back
I try to stay, where you all see me
But inside I am stuck
In a time, no longer mine
Someone save me
I've turned into something I can't identify
Turned my life into an illusion
This isn't me
That was me, will always be
Help me find her again
The one I was
The one I can only ever be
Only they can save me
Turn me back to who I was
But it's dead
We're dead
My memories are immortal
They died with my soul
I died with them
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