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By *ensuallover1000 OP Man
over a year ago

Somewhere In The Ether…

Verily good folks; As a change from my usual drivel I thought that some fine and erudite culture might in order.

With the above righteous sentiment in mind therefore, please list your favourite poets here and your personal favourite poems

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By *nightsoftheCoffeeTableCouple
over a year ago

Leeds

Erin Hanson

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By *eneralKenobiMan
over a year ago

North Angus

I’ve never been into poetry however upon learning of my ancestral lineage at the weekend, I feel I should start looking into it more

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By *ustamanMan
over a year ago

weymouth

Lewis Carroll - Jabberwocky

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By *ittlemissFlirtyCouple
over a year ago

Southampton

Yes I'll marry you by pam acres

Had my best friend read it at my wedding..

Vergissmeinicht Keith Douglas

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By *layfullsamMan
over a year ago

Solihull

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

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By *avinaTVTV/TS
over a year ago

Transsexual Transylvania

Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Kubla Khan has always been particularly evocative for me.

My late dad introduced me to probably his favourite - the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - of which I'm particularly fond as well.

"The moving finger writes; and, having writ,

Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit

Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,

Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it."

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By *layfullsamMan
over a year ago

Solihull

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

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By *ittlemissFlirtyCouple
over a year ago

Southampton

"If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

If Rudyard Kipling

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

Most definitely Ozymandias by Percy Shelley:

“Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

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By *avinaTVTV/TS
over a year ago

Transsexual Transylvania

"If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

... Then you haven't understood the gravity of the situation!

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By *UGGYBEAR2015Man
over a year ago

BRIDPORT

Not a big poetry boffin but I like the William Wordsworth one, I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud and also the John Doone one, No Man Is An Island.

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By *avinaTVTV/TS
over a year ago

Transsexual Transylvania

"Most definitely Ozymandias by Percy Shelley:

“Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!”"

Also very evocative.

Damn those Romantics...

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

"Most definitely Ozymandias by Percy Shelley:

“Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

Also very evocative.

Damn those Romantics...

I just can’t myself when it comes to the romanticist poets, especially when it combines with existentialism

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By *inda May SimmonsTV/TS
over a year ago

hexham

It all depends on my mood

But Tennyson’s poetry is pretty bloody good.

Ulysses is superb

Charles Kingsley’s “Ode To The North East Wind” is also a particular favourite of mine

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By *ulieAndBeefCouple
over a year ago

Manchester-ish

I've never really been interested in poetry but I do like Tim Key and Dr John Cooper Clarke and I have recently enjoyed some of Lem Sissay's 4 line poems.

Favourite poem is 'Hanging Around In A Train Station Toilet Naming People's Penises' by Joe Wilkinson.

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By *icecouple561Couple
Forum Mod
over a year ago

East Sussex

I need to find the other poetry thread because I meant to note down a couple of suggestions.

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By *icecouple561Couple
Forum Mod
over a year ago

East Sussex

One of my favourite poems is Scaffolding by Seamus Heaney

Another is The Orange by Wendy Cope.

I don't have a favourite poet though there are too many

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By *inda May SimmonsTV/TS
over a year ago

hexham

"I've never really been interested in poetry but I do like Tim Key and Dr John Cooper Clarke and I have recently enjoyed some of Lem Sissay's 4 line poems.

Favourite poem is 'Hanging Around In A Train Station Toilet Naming People's Penises' by Joe Wilkinson.

The Joe Wilkinson poem has me in hysterics when I first saw him reading it out and every time I see it, it makes me laugh.

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By *inda May SimmonsTV/TS
over a year ago

hexham

** HAD me in hysterics !

Crumbs, sometimes I am thick !

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By *VineMan
over a year ago

The right place

I can’t pick a favourite but I’ve been mulling on this this week.

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

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By *wingyouSwingmeWoman
30 weeks ago

SwingTown

It's raining It's whoring,

The old job is boring,

I went to bed and got me some head,

As he went to work , i couldn't get up om it in the morning.

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