Poetry, Sometimes Wisdom...

I found this poem on the internet while surfing for information on one of my favorite movies," The Hasty Heart", starring Ronald Reagan, Patricia Neal, and Richard Todd as Lachlan "Lackie" MacLachlan. I have always felt kinship to the Lackie character because he is a Scot, he would be a member of Clan Maclachlan (the Clan the MacEwen clan is a protectorate of, and the character even has the name of the original Clan chieftain and the current Clan chieftain), and the characters antisocial/loner tendencies I share (much to my regret).

MacE


The Hasty Heart
by
J. Byron Dean
This poem was written in dedication to RICHARD TODD who played "Lackie" in the 1949 film version of "The Hasty Heart". His fine performance inspired me to write this! JBD


Close to my bosom I kept my love
And shared it with not a soul.
Casual acquaintances I did not make
I'd never venture to be so bold!

And if you'd ask me the question
of what meant most to me.
I'd tell you that I valued most
my own sweet privacy!

I took no delight in idle chat
or idle words 'bout this or that
and kept my pride 'neath my
Highlander's hat.

I called no man friend
and he did like with me.
I lived with only sorrow
and his companion, misery.

I wouldn't let them know
the pain I held inside.
I wouldn't take their friendship
no matter how they tried.

But true friends keep on trying,
gently nudging without prying,
they read between the lines
and don't listen to my lieing.

'Cause for every man they'll come a day
that's the end of where he'd start.
And he'll want friends surrounding him
when the time comes to depart.

And if he turns his back on them,
running fast as a fleeting dart,
then he'll learn the true meaning of
"sorrow's born from a hasty heart ... "

Thank you Roisin. It is healing slowly day by day. I am blessed to have many friends. Including one of my closest friends.....my soulmate....would be lost without him.

Have a lovely day!!

Wow MacE! That poem was very nice. Never saw the movie but your description of it sounds intriguing. Thanks!

Chele,

This movie is available on VCR Tape from Amazon.com. It is a GREAT movie well worth watching (though like all movies from that time period a little dated on some things). It was Richard Todd's first big Hollywood Movie and he received an Oscar nomination for this role (I believe he also won a GoldenGlobe for the role).

"The Hasty Heart" was originally a Broadway Play starring Richard Basehart, opened in 1945. The Hasty Heart was remade for television as a miniseries in 1983. It starred Jesse Ferguson, Gregory Harrison, Perry King and Cheryl Ladd.

Here is a plot synopsis from the Internet Movie Database (www.IMDB.com):

Plot Summary for
Hasty Heart, The (1949)

It's 1945, Burma, the day the war is over! For many this means they've survived and will be going home. But not for everyone. A Scottish soldier, Corporal Lachlan "Lachie" MacLachlan is the victim of a wound to the lower back on this day. He's moved to a M.A.S.H. unit (actually a British field Hospital sre) and undergoes surgery. As time goes by he begins to recover and watches, in dismay, as soldiers pack up and head for home. The doctors have told him he needs to remain "for observation". The Colonel takes Sister Parker (Sister is not a religious title sre), the unit head nurse, into his confidence and tells her that the real reason Cpl. MacLachlan can't go home is because the wound he sustained destroyed one of his kidneys and the other one is defective and will shut down in three to four weeks. He asks her to put Lachlan up with some other soldiers she has waiting to go home so that he can spend his last days with friends. But Cpl. MacLachlan wants nothing to do with friends and prefers his own privacy to "idle chat". He's a hard nut to crack and their work is cut out for them to make him as comfortable as possible

Great acting by all involved, especially an actor named Orlando Martins who play's an African soldier who speaks no English other than his nickname, "Blossom". If you don't have tears in your eyes after this movie then you don't have a heart.

MacE (come close to tears just thinking about and everyone knows men don't cry!!)

Thanks MacE! I appreciate the info! Sorry for not replying sooner....it's been a crazy summer.....yikes!!

This is a special poem I wrote about a very special friend.


You Are

The sun rises and sets in your eyes
When you're happy they shine brightly
When you're sad they are a deeper blue
And when they look at me, they are warm and tender

The moon and stars glow with your smile
Your laugh makes me smile and I cannot help but laugh
When you frown I want to conquer your troubles
And when you kiss me, I feel desired and special

The strength of the world flows from your hands
A power that can move mountains
Into a caress as genteel as a whisper
An embrace that ensures protection and comfort

The energy of the universe emanates from within you
A natural leader whom people respect and admire
A keen intelligence that inspires others to strive for better
Your aura vibrates through me, making me feel alive and complete

On a sadder note though......this same friend lost his father recently. The night before the Wake, I could not sleep and an image formed in my mind of the two of them on the lake at dawn (they were avid fishermen). Along with things said and done during the illness, the poem started taking form so I had to write it down, lest I forget it.

May God hold you in his embrace Doc, until we all meet again. XOXO


Passing Strength

All those years you were my strength, my pride
Now it's my strength they need, my pain I hide
So many memories I'll cherish forever
Held close in my heart, forgotten, never

Our last words were short and rushed
No tears, no sadness, no one fussed
"You know what you have to do"
Your parting words, you were leaving, I knew

Next time I'm floating across the lake
I'll look to the horizon and see your face
No more jibes, laughter, or words of jest
Your time had come and now you rest

Then as the dawn approaches and life awakes
The golden rays across the water breaks
I'll look down into the water and I'll cry
"I Love You Dad" wiping a tear from my eye

:'( Touching, M'lady. Very nice.

Heres one I thought I'd share..it got me through a lot as a young man and gave me the barometer I use to measure myself with now.

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!


--Rudyard Kipling

These are the lyrics to a song my friend came across recently and shared with me. I really love the picture they paint.




FINALLY HOME
When engulfed by the terror of tempestuous sea,
Unknown waves before you roll;
At the end of doubt and peril is eternity,
Though fear and darkness seize your weary soul.

When surrounded by blackness of the darkest night,
O how lonely death can be;
At the end of this long tunnel is a shining light,
For death is swallowed up in victory.

But just think of stepping on shore,
and finding it heaven.
Of touching a hand,
and finding it God's.
Of breathing new air,
and finding it celestial.
Of waking up in glory,
and finding it home.

Life's sweet splendour
Bright as morn
Grows so near
To m' lady's thorn

A rose of dreaming
Wrought from time
Toward heavenly boughs
And whispers of wine

My years are but spent
Twixt the near and the dead
As she strolls through my dreams
And danced on my bed

Those days of yore
When such beauty arose
As a winter's soft chill
Bears the autumn's pale froes

It is wisdom that conquers
Not sword nor the fire
My angel's sweet music
Still plays ever higher

Very pretty, my friend Nice image.

Thanks again (Per the PM)

I really liked that Urian! Very nice!!

Very good Haldur!

Some very talented people on this site!!

A new one dedicated to the special man in my life.


You Are by Chele

You are...
the sunrise to my morning,
the light in my smile,
the beat in my heart.

You are...
the fire in my veins,
the whisper in my kiss,
the passion in my nights.

You are...
the shoulder for my strength,
the hope in my life,
the love in my soul.

You are these things to me and more.

i am new to this site, kinda, so when i saw and read all the great poems i felt at home. as long as i can remember i have been writing poetry. this is a poem i wrote after the only boy i have ever loved left me for my best friend. after he left all i could feel was pain. this poem shows how i felt.

Consequences

To long time seemed to wait
Longer was the love we shared
But desire will, like the stars, break on the awakening sun
I will never forget the true us
Look then for his laughter to end in the raining fire from heaven
For he crashed our love that floated for the longest time
Until he found another


please let me know what you think about this poem. i welcome any tips or comments about me poetry. thank you.