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

Antigonish by William Hughes Mearns.

Yesterday, upon the stair,

I met a man who wasn't there!

He wasn't there again today,

Oh how I wish he'd go away!

When I came home last night at three,

The man was waiting there for me

But when I looked around the hall,

I couldn't see him there at all!

Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!

Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door...

Anyone else got a poem to add here

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

OK this was possibly a little too advanced for the red bloodied of you!

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

And the Days Are Not Full Enough

And the days are not full enough // And the nights are not full enough // And life slips by like a field mouse // Not shaking the grass

Ezra Pound

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

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By *ultured Gent16Man
over a year ago

close.

My favourite from the undisputed king of words.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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

At last a bit of culture

Nice username too

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

We three met

Beneath the Eye In the Sky,

Above the green-blue lake.

You two were sent for a lesson;

I met you to escape.

Stories from long ago

And old films that you two know

Are shining new to me.

One of you loves me

And to the other

I made love.

But in teaching me your lessons,

(Balzac is our favourite!)

You have taught me not to love.

Let us lie here under the sky

Unwatched by others’ eyes,

Away from what you know.

One day you will accept this place,

But then, I will need to go.

Years from now, if you return,

You will still not find me.

Look for my name

On a candle-lit, paper boat,

In the twilight of

Zhongyuanjie

On the blue-green lake.

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

Wow you lot have woken up at last

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

Everything's wrong,

Days are too long,

Sunshine's too hot,

Wind is too strong.

Clouds are too fluffy,

Grass is too green,

Ground is too dusty,

Sheets are too clean.

Stars are too twinkly,

Moon is too high,

Water's too drippy,

Sand is too dry.

Rocks are too heavy,

Feathers too light,

Kids are too noisy,

Shoes are too tight.

Folks are too happy,

Singin' their songs.

Why can't they see it?

Everything's wrong!

Mr Grumpledunks song

Shel Silverstein

Reminds me of the forums.

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


"Everything's wrong,

Days are too long,

Sunshine's too hot,

Wind is too strong.

Clouds are too fluffy,

Grass is too green,

Ground is too dusty,

Sheets are too clean.

Stars are too twinkly,

Moon is too high,

Water's too drippy,

Sand is too dry.

Rocks are too heavy,

Feathers too light,

Kids are too noisy,

Shoes are too tight.

Folks are too happy,

Singin' their songs.

Why can't they see it?

Everything's wrong!

Mr Grumpledunks song

Shel Silverstein

Reminds me of the forums.

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