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Hebe
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Re: Poetry

Post by Hebe » Sat Mar 21, 2009 5:49 pm

We do our best. ;)
The better I get to know people, the more I find myself loving dogs.

Auzgurl

Re: Poetry

Post by Auzgurl » Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:19 pm

"Mary had a little lamb,

Her father shot it dead,

And now she takes the lamb to school,

Between two hunks of bread,."

Yes my father loved to mangle the english language.

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TomB
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Re: Poetry

Post by TomB » Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:32 pm

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee
That mordiously hath bitled out
Its earted jurtles
Into a rancid festering [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
And living glupules frart and slipulate
Like jowling meated liverslime
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't.
You vote, you lose!

Auzgurl

Re: Poetry

Post by Auzgurl » Sat Mar 21, 2009 8:44 pm

JABBERWOCKY
Lewis Carroll


(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`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.

Ravi

Re: Poetry

Post by Ravi » Sat Mar 21, 2009 10:26 pm

For Ann

With Annie gone,
Who's eyes to compare with the morning sun?
Not that I did compare,
but I do compare now that she's gone

Lenard Cohen

Ravi

Re: Poetry

Post by Ravi » Sat Mar 21, 2009 10:29 pm

nice Vogon poetry up there TomB :)

this is my favourite poem from when I was a kid, not sure who wrote it ...

The common comorant or shag,
lays it's eggs inside of paper bags,
but what these unobservant birds have failed to notice
is that herds of wandering bears with buns may come
and steal the bags to hold the crumbs.

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JW Frogen
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Re: Poetry

Post by JW Frogen » Sat Mar 21, 2009 11:39 pm

Ravi wrote:For Ann

With Annie gone,
Who's eyes to compare with the morning sun?
Not that I did compare,
but I do compare now that she's gone

Lenard Cohen
Cohen is a lovely poet. Being musically illiterate I did not know he was a giant of song writing, I only knew him through poetry. I love The Book Of Longing.

“You go your way,

And I will go you’re way too.”

Or

"It is so much fun
to believe in G-d
You must try it sometime
Try it now
and find out whether
or not
G-d wants you
to believe in him."

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boxy
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Re: Poetry

Post by boxy » Sun Mar 22, 2009 1:40 am

The Price

Life is good
_Bland almost
For us lucky few;
Who’s ancestors have paid
And who’s descendants will too.
"But you will run your fluffy bunny mouth at me. And I will take it, to play poker."

Sappho

Re: Poetry

Post by Sappho » Sun Mar 22, 2009 12:26 pm

Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
Of the straw for a bedding,
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
And the wine that tasted of the tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
(Under the vine of the dark verandah)?
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,
Do you remember an Inn?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteeers
Who hadn't got a penny,
And who weren't paying any,
And the hammer at the doors and the Din?
And the Hip! Hop! Hap!
Of the clap
Of the hands to the twirl and the swirl
Of the girl gone chancing,
Glancing,
Dancing,
Backing and advancing,
Snapping of a clapper to the spin
Out and in ---
And the Ting, Tong, Tang, of the Guitar.
Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?

Never more;
Miranda,
Never more.
Only the high peaks hoar:
And Aragon a torrent at the door.
No sound
In the walls of the Halls where falls
The tread
Of the feet of the dead to the ground
No sound:
But the boom
Of the far Waterfall like Doom.

-- Hilaire Belloc

AiA in Atlanta

Re: Poetry

Post by AiA in Atlanta » Sun Mar 22, 2009 12:31 pm

Ravi wrote:For Ann

With Annie gone,
Who's eyes to compare with the morning sun?
Not that I did compare,
but I do compare now that she's gone

Lenard Cohen
Cohen's "Greatest Hits" is one of my favorite CDs. You know he is touring again?

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