Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Three Coins

Three coins in a fountain,
Each one seeking happiness,
Thrown by three hopeful lovers...
Which one will the fountain bless?
Three hearts by fountain,
Each heart longing for its home;
There they lie in the fountain,
Somewhere in the heart of Rome.

Which one will the fountain bless?
Which one will the fountain bless?
Three coins in a fountain...
Through the ripples how they shine.
Just one wish will be granted;
One heart will wear a Valentine.

Make it mine, make it mine, make it mine.


  1. So, Jake, how's your period going?

  2. Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

  3. If you forward this poem to 10 people than you will find true love within the next 10 days guaranteed. Trust me this really works!

  4. Roses are red
    carnations are pink.
    Some of your recent blogs
    really do stink.

  5. Jake, how many coins did you throw in the fountains of Rome? Was it really because of love or did you just want to get the dirty coins out of your pockets.

  6. I wish RandiB were here, she would have liked today's blog

  7. I don't think today's post was dark, depressing, or Emily Dicknsony enough for RandiB. She likes her stuff borderline suicidal.

  8. This is pretty gay Jake. Pretty gay.

  9. I just had to go beat up some women to make myself feel manly again. Three women.

  10. Every year we all acknowledge and celibate the day we were born. It has a special significance to us, yet every year also we unknowingly pass the day that we will die. This is the only poem I've ever liked:

    For The Anniversary Of My Death

    Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
    When the last fires will wave to me
    And the silence will set out
    Tireless traveler
    Like the beam of a lightless star

    Then I will no longer
    Find myself in life as in a strange garment
    Surprised at the earth
    And the love of one woman
    And the shamelessness of men
    As today writing after three days of rain
    Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
    And bowing not knowing to what

    William Stanley Merwin

  11. just when you think that this can't get any more gay.....thanks Matt.

  12. A Woman’s Last Word

    Let's contend no more, Love,
    Strive nor weep:
    All be as before, Love,
    ---Only sleep!

    What so wild as words are?
    I and thou
    In debate, as birds are,
    Hawk on bough!

    See the creature stalking
    While we speak!
    Hush and hide the talking,
    Cheek on cheek!

    What so false as truth is,
    False to thee?
    Where the serpent's tooth is
    Shun the tree—

    Where the apple reddens
    Never pry---
    Lest we lose our Edens,
    Eve and I.

    Be a god and hold me
    With a charm!
    Be a man and fold me
    With thine arm!

    Teach me, only teach, Love
    As I ought
    I will speak thy speech, Love,
    Think thy thought—

    Meet, if thou require it,
    Both demands,
    Laying flesh and spirit
    In thy hands.

    That shall be to-morrow
    Not to-night:
    I must bury sorrow
    Out of sight:

    --Must a little weep, Love,
    (Foolish me!)
    And so fall asleep, Love,
    Loved by thee.

    By: Robert Browning

  13. MB3K and Matt - thanks for your contributions. They were beautiful.

    JB and Eric - I wish you could be more secure in your manhood so that we could should some inspiring poem and song lyrics with each other.

  14. I don't think I've ever gone from "Hey, this guy's alright!" to "Man, what a douche." as quickly as when I read Matt's back to back posts.

    Three days in row. Jake, if you're teasing us, I don't care. This is nirvana.