Today Is: Wednesday, May 27, 2020 07:29 AM. Our Topic of the Week: Unity

Check our Help area first!

Comments? Suggestions?

Contact us now!

We like hearing feedback from members on how to improve the site!

Author Name: PremiumCorin 13 Comments
Date Added: January 09, 2006 18:01:13 Average Score: (Needs 2)
Views This Week
Members: 0
Unique Members: 0
Guests: 406
Total Views
Members: 65
Unique Members: 45
Guests: 1668

Type: Unspecified
Category: Inspirational Add To Favorites | Text Only

Like A. E. Houseman, I can part my years
Into a score and half a century
And love the sight of cherry trees in bloom;
But a score of years is all that's left,
And the half century is fully scored.
My advantage is I know the worst,
But to a youth of twenty all was flux,
All to come, all to play for, all to lose.
All I have lost is now accounted for
And now, content with all that I have gained
I find I view but twenty years with calm.

As I look back upon the years now passed,
Still recollecting all the pains and joys,
I can refuse to draw up crude accounts
Of gains and losses, good investments made,
Knowing, like Keats, that "Suffering doth make souls,"
And Soul is such a stuff that makes our dreams.
Great dreams are the immortal part of Man.
So when I dream, not any score of years,
Half centuries or three score years and ten
Could end the supernatural sympathy
That leads to universal love and hope.

Now, contemplating Time and his swift work,
Knowing that mine is more than half way run,
Only contempt will I show his face.
Do what he will he cannot retract years
So freely given and with pain well lived;
What's done is done, regrets and all,
And what remains is enough to say
That living was worth every pain endured
And suffering was not endured in vain.
Standing here upon this viewing point
Where panoramas range from distant peaks
Right down to shining shores and seas
I can see a vision that will comfort me
Even as I contemplate the end
Of my short allotted span of time.

Down every mountain, every rounded hill
There flows a myriad shining silver streams.
The smallest lose themselves in greater flows
So every current feeds the larger course
That runs towards the all embracing sea.
Every drop within that ocean's bounds
Has a place and plays its vital part.
A restless ocean of humanity
Is fed by struggling streams of passing men,
Living, growing and then handing on
The wisdom, skill and knowledge dearly bought
At such great price of suffering and work.
Look now how far this human race have come;
You see them walking out of Africa,
And spread along the Middle Eastern Coasts
With nothing more than rock and hand and brain
With which to scrape a living from the sea,
Always learning, teaching, passing on
Experience, new knowledge and new skills
To those that mark their footsteps close behind.
Now Europe, Asia, America is theirs,
Australasia and every island too;
Each continent that once heard only noise
Now sings aloud with the tongues of men;
And every tongue is passing on new crafts.
A thousand knappers of flint tools
Proudly show their scarred and calloused hands;
The coppersmiths magicians of the forge
Held by all in awe of fire's power
The smelters of bright silver, lead and tin;
The artisans of heroic bronze
Holding leashed in fire-forged hard hands
The dogs of war - Famine, Fire and Sword;
The dirty charcoal burners at their kilns
Slow firing a new age out of wood
In the turf topped stacks of forest glades.
Their charcoal feeds the furnaces with fuel
Feeding the smelter's furnaces with fuel
To smelt hard iron for the anvil's heel
And acolytes of Hephaestus' art -
Black Smiths that make the instruments of death
And all the wherewithal of cruel war.

Behind them though in multitudinous ranks
March the workers of the crafts of peace -
These potters, painters, farmers and fishermen,
Carpenters and cooks, the candle makers,
Burnt faced bakers of our daily bread
The builders in hard stone or sturdy brick.
Leaning on these labourers, stand the great,
Emperors and kings and men of knowledge.
Look! There are Newton's giants walking tall
And standing on their shoulders Newton looks.
See Gallileo, Liebnitz and old Boyle;
Upon them Davy, Faraday and Kelvin,
Then Maxwell relative to Albert Einstein,
And topping the pile poor, brave, crippled Hawking.
Beside them all, standing quite alone
Exalted by this pyramid of greats
Steadying the structure of man's science
With far-seeing eyes, sure hand and mind
Walks the Titan of all understanding,
Charles Robert Darwin Genius of creation.

Here is the power of acrobatic leaps
Too many tricks for one man to admire,
Such strength to amaze, such skill to praise.

And still the march moves ever proudly on;
A mighty army of doers, arm in arm,
Each free and yet dependent upon all;
None so great that without the least
They could live the life all men have made;
None so small they cannot play a part.
As Alexander Pope said long ago:-
"God loves from whole to parts: but human soul
Must rise from individual to the whole. "

Now I have drunk from this human stream
So that my thirst at last is fully quenched;
I've eaten from the knowledge on Man's table
To satisfy my hunger for the truth;
I've walked among the greatest giants who lived
And felt my own legs strengthen as I walked;
I''ve swum in this warm Ocean Unity.
Its gentle current carries me along
And all my deepest spirit is fulfilled.
Author's Notes:
This is a poem that has been some seven years in the writing - I hope it justifies the time.

The poetic references within it are to:-
A. E. Housman. "Loveliest of Trees"
W.H. Auden. "Lay Your Sleeping Head"
A. Pope. "Essay on Man"
Report Offensive Poem.

'Streams' Copyright © David Turner
Copyright is property of the above author or group. Reproduction in whole or in part is strictly prohibited.
Click here if you feel this poem is in violation of a copyright.
Click here to send this poem to someone!

Comment By: FreeN.M.Sodergran on May 14, 2006 04:42:55 PM Report
Wow, a breathtaking images, metafores and progression! Congrats on the well deserved award! Cheers! Aeth
Comment By: FreeMoon Fairy on May 12, 2006 09:10:22 PM Report
David Turner~
"Streams" one of the best writes I have read in the longest time~7 years of piecing together and molding this into a very fine piece of literature.Congratulations on a deserving award!!
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on May 8, 2006 09:58:31 PM Report
So very well done, David...Introspective and rich in lines~! Congratulations on your Award...

Margaret..the Bag Lady
Comment By: TrialAnn on May 8, 2006 08:53:17 PM Report
Congratulations David. Wow, what a piece. I can see why it took so long, there is so much depth in this.
Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on May 8, 2006 07:21:15 PM Report
Exceptional poetry here. Enjoyed stopping by. Very much worthy of an award.
Comment By: FreeGlata on May 8, 2006 08:06:06 AM Report
Seems to me that the time was well worth it! Congrats on this award...Very deserving...
Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on May 7, 2006 10:45:00 PM Report
Much congratulations to you David. You deserve more than just a featured award with this is as I have said before...Outstanding!I am in awe of your work.

Love, Cindy
Comment By: FreeChristin Mowery on May 7, 2006 08:00:23 PM Report
Congrats, and yes, I think it was worth the time spent!

Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on May 7, 2006 07:05:41 PM Report
David: congratulations on your Feature Poem Award.

Lady Dragonwyck
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on January 28, 2006 07:33:46 PM Report
Comment By: FreeJoe Petro on January 19, 2006 02:40:17 PM Report
Your line hit me smack dab in the face...That living was worth every pain endured. I am only now beginning to realize it. Sir, the work does jutify the time. Your three score and ten have found wisdom. Thank you for sharing it. jp
Comment By: FreeShruti on January 12, 2006 03:49:13 AM Report
This is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful masterful poetry. Your imagery and magic with words is second to none. I always thought when people talked of poets and painters who used to set thoughts and ideas into motion, it was always something beyond me.
I am glad that it is so clear and just there whenever I want to see free flowing and heartfelt poetry.
You are indeed my most favouritepoet on this site.
Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on January 11, 2006 08:18:43 PM Report
My God, I am simply in awe of such work...and each word kept me, every one riveted to every phase. I especially loved these lines for I found them to be so telling of all our lives:

What's done is done, regrets and all,
And what remains is enough to say
That living was worth every pain endured
And suffering was not endured in vain.
Standing here upon this viewing point
Where panoramas range from distant peaks
Right down to shining shores and seas
I can see a vision that will comfort me
Even as I contemplate the end of my short time.

David an epic work done with epic soul.

~Humbly, Cindy


Check for Announcements.
on our Home page!

User poems are sometimes graced by images and textures stored on our site
courtesy of, Sandy Hradil, and Sherri Emily.

Welcome, Guest!

Become part of our
friendly community
of on-line writers!

Join today!
Forget Username or Password?

Members On Line: 0
Guests On Line: 80
Members in Chat: 0

Happy Birthday

Bruce A. Peaslee (70)

We Thank You!

For your donations
and subscriptions!
P.O. Box 7931
The Woodlands, TX 77387

Copyright © 2003-2017  All Rights Reserved. Use of this site is subject to certain
Terms of Service rules which constitute a legal agreement between you and
By providing links to other sites, neither approves of, endorses, or gurantees
any information, opinions, or products found on those sites. Users follow links at their own risk.