Favorite Poem (55)
leostartingover: I LOVE that poem! Tigers are my favourite animal, and I remember getting shivers when I first heard it in high school....
Thanks V!
Thanks V!
Did the same for me Leo.
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THE STRAND
The dotted line my father's ashplant made
On Sandymount Strand
Is something else the tide won't wash away.
Seamus Heaney.
The dotted line my father's ashplant made
On Sandymount Strand
Is something else the tide won't wash away.
Seamus Heaney.
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I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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HERE TODAY ...
Making love down through the centuries
Men have left their shadow on women.
Nowadays I want the shadow I leave
To be that of a bird on the bed of a stream.
ANDREW ELLIOT
b. 1961
Making love down through the centuries
Men have left their shadow on women.
Nowadays I want the shadow I leave
To be that of a bird on the bed of a stream.
ANDREW ELLIOT
b. 1961
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Am sitting patiently waiting for someone to post Paradise Lost, The Wasteland or all 120+ verses of Eskimo Nell 
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Boban1: I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
And to think yesterday I thought you were a brute. Sorry
Sionna xxx
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ChasingCars: Am sitting patiently waiting for someone to post Paradise Lost, The Wasteland or all 120+ verses of Eskimo Nell
paradise lost.. the essence is fantastic, the actual read...not so much.
jmo.
And where's that song lyric thread?
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sionnablue: And to think yesterday I thought you were a brute. Sorry
Sionna xxx
Sionna xxx
Actually... I should be apologizing for my bad manners yesterday
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WOW! You guys and gals are posting some lovely poems; they are all beautiful...even Eskimo Nell when someone is brave enough to publish it!!!!!
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Another favorite of mine:
Lenore by Edgar Allan Poe
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read?- the requiem how be sung
By you- by yours, the evil eye,- by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"
Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong.
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy
bride.
For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
The life still there, upon her hair- the death upon her eyes.
"Avaunt! avaunt! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven-
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven-
From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of
Heaven!
Let no bell toll, then,- lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth!
And I!- to-night my heart is light!- no dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with a Paean of old days!"
Lenore by Edgar Allan Poe
Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll!- a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river;
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear?- weep now or nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung!-
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young-
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read?- the requiem how be sung
By you- by yours, the evil eye,- by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"
Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong.
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy
bride.
For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes
The life still there, upon her hair- the death upon her eyes.
"Avaunt! avaunt! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven-
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven-
From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of
Heaven!
Let no bell toll, then,- lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth!
And I!- to-night my heart is light!- no dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with a Paean of old days!"
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Raven0: Jabberwocky
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back."And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back."And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Got a youtube
"I'll never smoke weed with Willy again" ~Toby Keith and Willie Nelson
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bohemianjack: Got a youtube
never smoke weed with Willy again" ~Toby Keith and Willie Nelson
never smoke weed with Willy again" ~Toby Keith and Willie Nelson
Last line, "curled up in the fetal position with drool on my chin, I messed up and smoked with willie again."
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bohemianjack: Got a youtube
Always better to listen than read Jabberwocky
"Time's fun when you're having flies." --Roger Gilliam (Cherokee) Wisdom from a cosmic astronaut.
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Raven0: Last line, "curled up in the fetal position with drool on my chin, I messed up and smoked with willie again."
Never done that
"Well, as I understand it, the main supporters are beer companies and the pharmaceutical companies. I'd like them to show me the dead bodies from marijuana. But they can't because there aren't any." ~Jack Herer, Marijuana prohibition
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bohemianjack: Never done that
"Well, as I understand it, the main supporters are beer companies and the pharmaceutical companies. I'd like them to show me the dead bodies from marijuana. But they can't because there aren't any." ~Jack Herer, Marijuana prohibition
"Well, as I understand it, the main supporters are beer companies and the pharmaceutical companies. I'd like them to show me the dead bodies from marijuana. But they can't because there aren't any." ~Jack Herer, Marijuana prohibition
Oops
"I've never been wrong... wait, wait... There was that time I thought I was wrong, but I was mistaken" ~Bohemianjack, Wrong
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Miss you, Sunday...
Sunday I miss you, honey
Why we are too far away?
Time to know you is that short
But, really, I cannot stop
To think of you…
You occupy in my mind
Everyday…
Everynight…
All of my free time
Why? :-(
This message is just to say
I miss you so much…
You please be good and happy always
Don’t feel sad or loneliness
I promise be by your side,
Listen to you and… hugs you tight!
Whenever you tired or feel bad
You close your eyes and feel my heart…
And... smile... ok.
Love you, my honey…
By Mimi
For my special Sweetie...
(with thousands of kisses)
Sunday I miss you, honey
Why we are too far away?
Time to know you is that short
But, really, I cannot stop
To think of you…
You occupy in my mind
Everyday…
Everynight…
All of my free time
Why? :-(
This message is just to say
I miss you so much…
You please be good and happy always
Don’t feel sad or loneliness
I promise be by your side,
Listen to you and… hugs you tight!
Whenever you tired or feel bad
You close your eyes and feel my heart…
And... smile... ok.
Love you, my honey…
By Mimi
For my special Sweetie...
(with thousands of kisses)
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Raven0: paradise lost.. the essence is fantastic, the actual read...
not so much.
jmo.
And where's that song lyric thread?
not so much.
jmo.
And where's that song lyric thread?
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In April, in April,
My one love came along,
And I ran the slope of my high hill
To follow a thread of song.
His eyes were hard as porphyry
With looking on cruel lands;
His voice went slipping over me
Like terrible silver hands.
Together we trod the secret lane
And walked the muttering town.
I wore my heart like a wet, red stain
On the breast of a velvet gown.
In April, in April,
My love went whistling by,
And I stumbled here to my high hill
Along the way of a lie.
Now what should I do in this place
But sit and count the chimes,
And splash cold water on my face
And spoil a page with rhymes?
Dorothy Parker
p.s. what's with the song lyrics on a poetry thread? - Maybe someone might start a 'favourite song lyrics' thread for people who want to post them - just a thought.