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By *ezzels OP   Man
over a year ago

cheshire and north wales

As an avid and reader and writer of poetry , I’m sure there are some like minded people on here to share a few poems..what’s your favourite..I’ve put one up for those interested…by Yeats..x

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

Like a nightclub in the morning, you're the bitter end

Like a recently disinfected shithouse, you're clean round the bend

You give me the horrors

Too bad to be true

All of my tomorrows

Are lousy 'cause of you

You put the Shat in Shatter

Put the Pain in Spain

Your germs are splattered about

Your face is just a stain

You're certainly no raver, commonly known as a drag

Do us all a favor, here, wear this polythene bag

You're like a dose of scabies

I've got you under my skin

You make life a fairytale

Grimm!

People mention murder, the moment you arrive

I'd consider killing you if I thought you were alive

You've got this slippery quality

It makes me think of phlegm

And a dual personality

I hate both of them

You're bad breath, vamps disease, destruction, and decay

Please, please, please, please, take yourself away

Like a death a birthday party

You ruin all the fun

Like a sucked and spat-our Smartie

You're no use to anyone

Like the shadow of the guillotine

On a dead consumptive's face

Speaking as an outsider

What do you think of the human race?

You went to a progressive psychiatrist

He recommended suicide

Before scratching your bad name off his list

And pointing the way outside

You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart

You're heading for a breakdown

Better pull yourself apart

Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss

Your attitudes are platitudes

Just make me wanna piss

What kind of creature bore you

Was it some kind of bat?

They can't find a good word for you

But I can

Twat!

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By *ezzels OP   Man
over a year ago

cheshire and north wales

Yes..I like it..

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By *ixFoot4andBack4MoreMan
over a year ago

South Wales


"

Twat!"

Apparently it's now one of the most popular funeral readings.

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By *icecouple561Couple
Forum Mod
over a year ago

East Sussex

I can't choose one favourite.

I like Scaffolding by Seamus Heaney

Masons, when they start upon a building,

Are careful to test out the scaffolding;

Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,

Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.

And yet all this comes down when the job’s done

Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.

So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be

Old bridges breaking between you and me

Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall

Confident that we have built our wall.

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

So many ! But I often return to Robert Frost:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

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By *icecouple561Couple
Forum Mod
over a year ago

East Sussex

^^love that one

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


"^^love that one"

Thanks, yours too. I saw Heaney read a couple of times.

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By *icecouple561Couple
Forum Mod
over a year ago

East Sussex


"^^love that one

Thanks, yours too. I saw Heaney read a couple of times."

Did you! Lucky thing.

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

wife used to say:

Why spend hours at the gym, to keep yourself slim?

Nobody's looking at you!

Why mess with your head, dye your hair red?

Nobody's looking at you!

Why wear your smart suit, on the daily commute?

Nobody's looking at you!

Why watch what you eat, with a face like regurgitated meat?

Nobody's looking at you!

So I hit her with a spade, on the floor she lays splayed.

Nobody's looking at you!

Her eyes roll back in her head, I'm certain she's dead.

Nobody's looking at you!

There's blood on the floor, as she's dragged through the door.

Nobody's looking at you!

She burns in the fire, the flames roaring higher,

Nobody's looking at you!

I've killed that is true, but I'll get away with it too,

Because........

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

Ever mine. Ever thine. Ever ours.

Immortal beloved.

Gives me goosebumps

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

The boy stood on the burning deck

His pocket full of crackers

A spark dropped down and lit them up

And blew off both his knackers

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By *icecouple561Couple
Forum Mod
over a year ago

East Sussex

My aunt had many, many books including a lot of poetry books. I inherited most of them. She was aware she had limited time. I took one of her poetry books from the shelf recently and it fell open at Crossing The Bar Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.

She'd obviously referred back to that many times

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


"My aunt had many, many books including a lot of poetry books. I inherited most of them. She was aware she had limited time. I took one of her poetry books from the shelf recently and it fell open at Crossing The Bar Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.

She'd obviously referred back to that many times"

I think we often refer back to poetry, quotes and song lyrics to guide us through the dark.

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By *icecouple561Couple
Forum Mod
over a year ago

East Sussex


"My aunt had many, many books including a lot of poetry books. I inherited most of them. She was aware she had limited time. I took one of her poetry books from the shelf recently and it fell open at Crossing The Bar Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crost the bar.

She'd obviously referred back to that many times

I think we often refer back to poetry, quotes and song lyrics to guide us through the dark. "

True. She was not a believer in God so I wonder who she thought of as her pilot.

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By *ily WhiteWoman
over a year ago

?

I've always liked Jabberwocky

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By *icecouple561Couple
Forum Mod
over a year ago

East Sussex


"I've always liked Jabberwocky "

I like nonsense poems.

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By *ust RachelTV/TS
over a year ago

Horsham

The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe.

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By *opinovMan
over a year ago

Point Nemo, Cumbria

A couple of my favourites are...

'Tam O Shanter' by Robert Burns

'Dulce Et Decorum Est' by Wilfred Owen

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

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.

They may not mean to, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn

By fools in old-style hats and coats,

Who half the time were soppy-stern

And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.

It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can,

And don’t have any kids yourself.

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By *wingamajigsCouple
over a year ago

Folkestone

Welson Kees - Robinson

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

Dulce et decorum est.

I was a bit of a odd child and became obsessed with this poem. I know it word for word.

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By *dward_TeagueMan
over a year ago

wolverhampton

William Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience.

Although it was published in the 1790’s it still resonates today and reflects both sides of the human soul.

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By *wingamajigsCouple
over a year ago

Folkestone


"Dulce et decorum est.

I was a bit of a odd child and became obsessed with this poem. I know it word for word. "

Just read the poem, horrific. Poor sods.

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


"Dulce et decorum est.

I was a bit of a odd child and became obsessed with this poem. I know it word for word.

Just read the poem, horrific. Poor sods. "

Isn't it? Brilliant though.

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

I want to do with you

What Spring does with the Cherry Trees

Pablo Neruda. Final two lines of Every Day You Play

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