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By *og-Man OP   Man
over a year ago

somewhere

Has anyone a favorite poem that they'd like to share,does it mean something to them or is it just nice writing

(I'm well aware this thread can go arse about face )

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By *eaAndBenCouple
over a year ago

Dublin

One of my favourites is “Do Not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas. His passion and helplessness is so palpable. It’s also a theme that touches everyone.

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By *eaAndBenCouple
over a year ago

Dublin

What’s yours?

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By *ome_wild_girlWoman
over a year ago

Antrim Town

When the Himalayan peasant meets the

he-bear in his pride,

He shouts to scare the monster,

who will often turn aside.

But the she-bear thus accosted rends

the peasant tooth and nail.

For the female of the species is more

deadly than the male.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

When Bogman wakes with the sun shining

He looks for Portia the sheep for some riding

Her wooly fleece he loves so much

The way she baas to his tender touch

Some of the other sheep resent their affair

But Bogman is blinded by his kink for mohair

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By *og-Man OP   Man
over a year ago

somewhere


"When Bogman wakes with the sun shining

He looks for Portia the sheep for some riding

Her wooly fleece he loves so much

The way she baas to his tender touch

Some of the other sheep resent their affair

But Bogman is blinded by his kink for mohair

"

I'm having this printed and framed

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"When Bogman wakes with the sun shining

He looks for Portia the sheep for some riding

Her wooly fleece he loves so much

The way she baas to his tender touch

Some of the other sheep resent their affair

But Bogman is blinded by his kink for mohair

I'm having this printed and framed "

Besides an artist's impression of you and Portio Kaizer hopes

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By *og-Man OP   Man
over a year ago

somewhere

You came to me this morning

And you handled me like meat

You’d have to be a man to know

How good that feels, how sweet

My mirror twin, my next of kin

I’d know you in my sleep

And who but you would take me in

A thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened

Like a lily to the heat

You see I’m just another snowman

Standing in the rain and sleet

Who loved you with his frozen love

His secondhand physique

With all he is and all he was

A thousand kisses deep

I know you had to lie to me

I know you had to cheat

To pose all hot and high

Behind the veils of sheer deceit

Our perfect porn aristocrat

So elegant and cheap

I’m old but I’m still into that

A thousand kisses deep

I’m good at love, I’m good at hate

It’s in between I freeze

Been working out but it’s too late

(It’s been too late for years)

But you look good, you really do

They love you on the street

If you were here I’d kneel for you

A thousand kisses deep

The autumn moved across your skin

Got something in my eye

A light that doesn’t need to live

And doesn’t need to die

A riddle in the book of love

Obscure and obsolete

Till witnessed here in time and blood

A thousand kisses deep

But I’m still working with the wine

Still dancing cheek to cheek

The band is playing Auld Lang Syne

But the heart will not retreat

I ran with Diz, I sang with Ray

I never had their sweep

But once or twice they let me play

A thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened

Like a lily to the heat

You see I’m just another snowman

Standing in the rain and sleet

Who loved you with his frozen love

His secondhand physique

With all he is and all he was

A thousand kisses deep

But you don’t need to hear me now

And every word I speak

It counts against me anyhow

A thousand kisses deep

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By *elax!Man
over a year ago

Limerick

Seamus Heaneys ’Mid-Term Break’ The last line still hits me like it did when I first read it.

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By *og-Man OP   Man
over a year ago

somewhere


"Seamus Heaneys ’Mid-Term Break’ The last line still hits me like it did when I first read it."

Just read that ...you're right that last line is incredible

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By *eaAndBenCouple
over a year ago

Dublin


"Seamus Heaneys ’Mid-Term Break’ The last line still hits me like it did when I first read it."

It’s heart breaking

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"You came to me this morning

And you handled me like meat

You’d have to be a man to know

How good that feels, how sweet

My mirror twin, my next of kin

I’d know you in my sleep

And who but you would take me in

A thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened

Like a lily to the heat

You see I’m just another snowman

Standing in the rain and sleet

Who loved you with his frozen love

His secondhand physique

With all he is and all he was

A thousand kisses deep

I know you had to lie to me

I know you had to cheat

To pose all hot and high

Behind the veils of sheer deceit

Our perfect porn aristocrat

So elegant and cheap

I’m old but I’m still into that

A thousand kisses deep

I’m good at love, I’m good at hate

It’s in between I freeze

Been working out but it’s too late

(It’s been too late for years)

But you look good, you really do

They love you on the street

If you were here I’d kneel for you

A thousand kisses deep

The autumn moved across your skin

Got something in my eye

A light that doesn’t need to live

And doesn’t need to die

A riddle in the book of love

Obscure and obsolete

Till witnessed here in time and blood

A thousand kisses deep

But I’m still working with the wine

Still dancing cheek to cheek

The band is playing Auld Lang Syne

But the heart will not retreat

I ran with Diz, I sang with Ray

I never had their sweep

But once or twice they let me play

A thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened

Like a lily to the heat

You see I’m just another snowman

Standing in the rain and sleet

Who loved you with his frozen love

His secondhand physique

With all he is and all he was

A thousand kisses deep

But you don’t need to hear me now

And every word I speak

It counts against me anyhow

A thousand kisses deep"

Baa

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Seamus Heaneys ’Mid-Term Break’ The last line still hits me like it did when I first read it.

Just read that ...you're right that last line is incredible "

That poem makes me cry every time I read it

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

The stolen child..WB Yeats..

Come away, o human child

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Having grown up close to all the places mentioned in the poem it's special to me anyway

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By *ORDERMANMan
over a year ago

wrexham

Grief is nothing more than a falling leaf at the dawning of the day..

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By *og-Man OP   Man
over a year ago

somewhere


"The stolen child..WB Yeats..

Come away, o human child

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Having grown up close to all the places mentioned in the poem it's special to me anyway "

Thats a beautiful poem I've just read it for the first time so thanks for sharing it.

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By *rmrs1234Couple
over a year ago

Waterford

Have the prose edda and poetic edda to start. ill get to them some day sigh. used to love poetry in secondary school

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"The stolen child..WB Yeats..

Come away, o human child

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Having grown up close to all the places mentioned in the poem it's special to me anyway

Thats a beautiful poem I've just read it for the first time so thanks for sharing it.

"

Your welcome Bog

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By *ustBoWoman
over a year ago

Somewhere in Co. Down


"The stolen child..WB Yeats..

Come away, o human child

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Having grown up close to all the places mentioned in the poem it's special to me anyway "

That's my favourite as well.

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By *antra MassageMan
over a year ago

city

We're a melancholy lot.

My favourite is a poem by Pushkin "Ya vas lubil".. I have always loved you.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

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By *og-Man OP   Man
over a year ago

somewhere


"We're a melancholy lot.

My favourite is a poem by Pushkin "Ya vas lubil".. I have always loved you. "

This is one of the reasons I started this thread

I just wanted to read some poetry to relax me and to go out of my reading comfort zone

To read the translation of that poem was an absolute joy

Thanks for sharing

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I Like My Body When It Is With Yours by ee cummings:

"i like my body when it is with your

body. It is so quite new a thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

i like your body. i like what it does,

i like its hows. i like to feel the spine

of your body and its bones,and the trembling

-firm-smooth ness and which i will

again and again and again

kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,

i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz

of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes

over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new"

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By *og-Man OP   Man
over a year ago

somewhere

Thats gorgeous Isserley

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By *nigmatic DuoCouple
over a year ago

Portadown

He wishes for the cloths of Heaven. W B Yeats.

I have the last line as a tattoo.

Just spent few days in Mullaghmore and visited a few places mentioned in his poems.

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By *easingTimMan
over a year ago

Loughlinstown

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By *easingTimMan
over a year ago

Loughlinstown

JEWELLRY BOX

How I want to delve and dive into your jewellry box

Where you place and push your toys

A rampant rabbit to please the lady

As you shiver and shudder alongside its humming noise

--

Your jewellry box is regularly covered

Occasionally bare sometimes in silk often in lace

With your hair tied up and neck on full view

Causes my sex drive and hormones to race

--

Your box revealing itself to me on the outside

Leaving the nicest taste on my lips within

A place I want to open and discover

As we both immerse in sacred sin

--

All excited your juices now flowing down

Trickling wonderfully into my mouth

As your back arches in rhythmic unison

Leaving us both in little or no doubt

--

Your soft and wet jewellry box with wild secrets

A wonderful place to thrust my jewels

As we rest our treasures here together

Laughing and playing now like two lustful fools...

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By *og-Man OP   Man
over a year ago

somewhere


"He wishes for the cloths of Heaven. W B Yeats.

I have the last line as a tattoo.

Just spent few days in Mullaghmore and visited a few places mentioned in his poems. "

Thats quite a line to have as a tattoo ..

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By *og-Man OP   Man
over a year ago

somewhere


"

JEWELLRY BOX

How I want to delve and dive into your jewellry box

Where you place and push your toys

A rampant rabbit to please the lady

As you shiver and shudder alongside its humming noise

--

Your jewellry box is regularly covered

Occasionally bare sometimes in silk often in lace

With your hair tied up and neck on full view

Causes my sex drive and hormones to race

--

Your box revealing itself to me on the outside

Leaving the nicest taste on my lips within

A place I want to open and discover

As we both immerse in sacred sin

--

All excited your juices now flowing down

Trickling wonderfully into my mouth

As your back arches in rhythmic unison

Leaving us both in little or no doubt

--

Your soft and wet jewellry box with wild secrets

A wonderful place to thrust my jewels

As we rest our treasures here together

Laughing and playing now like two lustful fools...

"

Did you write that Tim

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By *easingTimMan
over a year ago

Loughlinstown


"

JEWELLRY BOX

How I want to delve and dive into your jewellry box

Where you place and push your toys

A rampant rabbit to please the lady

As you shiver and shudder alongside its humming noise

--

Your jewellry box is regularly covered

Occasionally bare sometimes in silk often in lace

With your hair tied up and neck on full view

Causes my sex drive and hormones to race

--

Your box revealing itself to me on the outside

Leaving the nicest taste on my lips within

A place I want to open and discover

As we both immerse in sacred sin

--

All excited your juices now flowing down

Trickling wonderfully into my mouth

As your back arches in rhythmic unison

Leaving us both in little or no doubt

--

Your soft and wet jewellry box with wild secrets

A wonderful place to thrust my jewels

As we rest our treasures here together

Laughing and playing now like two lustful fools...

Did you write that Tim "

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I did indeed...

When I had a very sexy muse in my life

Good times

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over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

The only poem I can remember off the top of my head was one I learnt in school. It also has the potential of being the shortest poem ever. It's called "Fleas" ... and it goes like this ...

Adam had'm

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By *og-Man OP   Man
over a year ago

somewhere


"The only poem I can remember off the top of my head was one I learnt in school. It also has the potential of being the shortest poem ever. It's called "Fleas" ... and it goes like this ...

Adam had'm"

They couldn't ask many questions on that in the leaving cert

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