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

what does it mean to you ... is it a load of old tripe or do you enjoy reading it?

I am really interested in hearing your views - for me it tends to depend on what mood I am in.

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By *atisfy janeWoman
over a year ago

Torquay

Classic poetry I quite like but some of this modern pap......I just don't get half of it.

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

I've been writing poetry for a number of years, most it is total bollocks but there are a few I'm quite proud of.

As for the classics, I like Wordsworth, Shakespeare, Shelly, Auden, Rosetti, among others, but not a great fan of the really long stuff like the Ancient Mariner.. it loses me after the 30th stanza lol

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By *ickmealloverWoman
over a year ago

a very plush appartment off junt 7 M5

I love The Lady of Shalott by Alfred Lord Tennyson

I do like Pam Ayers too, very comical

I also like some modern poetry also

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By *leasureDomeMan
over a year ago

all over the place

quite like rochesters stuff as he was a brave libertine taking the piss out of the king and getting away with it.All those dirty words in the 16th century must of made him the oscar wilde

of his day , a dangerous thing to be with the axe man around

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By *ickmealloverWoman
over a year ago

a very plush appartment off junt 7 M5

Rosetti too here

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

Poetry says things so well.

Can fit the moment perfectly.

Tried using Marvell's To aHis Coy Mistress on my Profile recently.

Included it in a few messages.

It didn't work very well though!

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By *lumsy colinMan
over a year ago

basingstoke

i love some of shakespeares sonnets specially the seemingly love poems like shall i compare the to a summers day most peope think its a love poem but in fact its proof that the annoying arrogant litle git loved only himself and his work

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

"i love some of shakespeares sonnets specially the seemingly love poems like shall i compare the to a summers day most peope think its a love poem but in fact its proof that the annoying arrogant litle git loved only himself and his work "

I too like that one and you know, for me it does not matter so much what he was referring to as I usually attach my own meaning and sense? It is what it means to me - bit like with music?

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

Philip Larkin I love, especially "This be the Verse" lmao, Leonard Cohen - with or without music, get a copy of Flowers for Hitler - is just butter on the lips, if he said any of those words to me I'd not take away the telephone.. (read it). And the 1st World War poets, so young, so tragic, and when I was young a guy gave me a copy of an anthology called "Mad, Sad and Glad" and it sits battered on my bookcase to this day.

But having grown up with a "tortured poet" since 13, she is the least deprived, most self-absorbed person I know, so guess you have to look where it comes from!

Still, some still make me smile, and a smile a day!

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

My favourite sonnet .. no 57

I love the written word

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

Byron's "She Walks In Beauty" is one of my faves.

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

Does no one get any of the living or modern poets (apart from the lovely lady that cited Pam Ayres - it was always meant to reach everyone!)? Seamus Heaney, eg? Look at your grandad and then read "Digging", then look at your grandad again - bet you hug your grandad! And I still exhort everyone to get a copy of "Flowers for Hitler", Leonard Cohen, no dirgeous music but pure poety, words. It's still alive, still fun and funny, lovely and about love, but Shakespeare frankly turns an awful lot off!

Trust me, there's better than the sonnets!

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By *ickmealloverWoman
over a year ago

a very plush appartment off junt 7 M5

what about Craig Charles

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

I've loved poetry from I was a child, I can always find something to suit my mood. Two of my favourite poets are Maya Angelou and Pablo Neruda. xxxx

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

I just had to add this well know poem from Maya Angelou, dedicated to all you ladies out there.

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Maya Angelou

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

never heard of her before this morning have to say it read well. love potery and have tried to write some in the past but it just my thoughts on the world when looking at it

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

I love poetry...and have done since I discovered Robert Frost poetry when I was 13. Like the old classics too; Byron, Wordsworth et al.

I was recently introduced to the delightful work by Pablo Neruda, that too is fantastic (thanks Laine

)

My all time favourite poem (it has been, since the day I read it) is by Robert Frost) and is called "Into My Own" and it goes like this :- .....

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,

So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,

Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom,

But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day

Into their vastness I should steal away,

Fearless of ever finding open land,

Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e’er turn back,

Or those should not set forth upon my track

To overtake me, who should miss me here

And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew—

Only more sure of all I thought was true.

......brings a tear to my eye every time

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

Loves Philosophy By Shelley is another one that always brings a lump to my throat......must be the old romantic trying to break free of this crazy person.....

The fountains mingle with the river,

And the rivers with the ocean;

The winds of heaven mix forever

With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine

In another's being mingle--

Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,

And the waves clasp one another;

No sister flower could be forgiven

If it disdained its brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth,

And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--

What are all these kissings worth,

If thou kiss not me?

I hope you like this and the Frost poem

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By *prite128Woman
over a year ago

maidstone

thats lovely stu x

another poetry lover here from the great english romantics, to the war poets and many modern day poets too ( thom gunn is a current favourite )

I particularly like the love poetry of robert graves, better known as a war poet...and that of ee cummings too

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings

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By *erekduvallCouple
over a year ago

swansea

I have written and like poetry, and also included some into our profile.

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

doint really read a lot of poetry . for me it brings back memories of school and studying the poems written in ww1 by young boys or men in the trenches . have to admit though at the time i thought they were a lot of junk , however i do feel now i have a much stronger understanding of what they were trying to see , think its maybe a combination of being more mature now and life experience . however since then i odnt think i have read a single poem through choice .

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

Love most potent in ardent embrace,

Usurped within a fiery passion,

Spent-like a match-and then cast aside,

Tossed upon the coals of love's endeavour.

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

A Chilean friend told me she heard Pablo Neruda read his verse in the National Football Stadium in Santiago to a packed house.

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

I love this one...

When you are old and grey and full of sleep

And nodding by the fire

Take down this book and slowly read

And dream of the soft look your eyes had once

and of their shadows deep.

How many loved your moment of grace

And loved your beauty with love false or true

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you

And loved the sorrows of your changing face

And bending down besides the glowing bars

Murmur a little sadly how love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Yeats...

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By *iamondsmiles.Woman
over a year ago

little house on the praire

"I just had to add this well know poem from Maya Angelou, dedicated to all you ladies out there.

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Maya Angelou "

Ive never really read her poetry but i love why the cage bird sings brilliant book

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By *iamondsmiles.Woman
over a year ago

little house on the praire

This is my favourite poem its by longfellow

Beside the ungathered rice he lay,

His sickle in his hand;

His breast was bare, his matted hair

Was buried in the sand.

Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep,

He saw his Native Land.

Wide through the landscape of his dreams

The lordly Niger flowed;

Beneath the palm-trees on the plain

Once more a king he strode;

And heard the tinkling caravans

Descend the mountain-road.

He saw once more his dark-eyed queen

Among her children stand;

They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks,

They held him by the hand!--

A tear burst from the sleeper's lids

And fell into the sand.

And then at furious speed he rode

Along the Niger's bank;

His bridle-reins were golden chains,

And, with a martial clank,

At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel

Smiting his stallion's flank.

Before him, like a blood-red flag,

The bright flamingoes flew;

From morn till night he followed their flight,

O'er plains where the tamarind grew,

Till he saw the roofs of Caffre huts,

And the ocean rose to view.

At night he heard the lion roar,

And the hyena scream,

And the river-horse, as he crushed the reeds

Beside some hidden stream;

And it passed, like a glorious roll of drums,

Through the triumph of his dream.

The forests, with their myriad tongues,

Shouted of liberty;

And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud,

With a voice so wild and free,

That he started in his sleep and smiled

At their tempestuous glee.

He did not feel the driver's whip,

Nor the burning heat of day;

For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep,

And his lifeless body lay

A worn-out fetter, that the soul

Had broken and thrown away!

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

"I just had to add this well know poem from Maya Angelou, dedicated to all you ladies out there.

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Maya Angelou

Ive never really read her poetry but i love why the cage bird sings brilliant book"

An amazing woman, not submissive but a peacemaker. Not aggressive but with boundaries and clear views on what is right and wrong. An inspiration!

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

"I just had to add this well know poem from Maya Angelou, dedicated to all you ladies out there.

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I'm telling lies.

I say,

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It's the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say,

It's in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed.

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It's in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.

Maya Angelou

Ive never really read her poetry but i love why the cage bird sings brilliant book"

it made me weep

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

There is one , I believe by Yeats ... called something like "how your parents F*****d you up"

Does anybody know it?

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

"There is one , I believe by Yeats ... called something like "how your parents F*****d you up"

Does anybody know it?

Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

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

"There is one , I believe by Yeats ... called something like "how your parents F*****d you up"

Does anybody know it?

Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

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.

Thank you so much, that is the one I have been meaning to show my kids... it is so funny and yet so true

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

As soon as you posted I knew which poem you meant, it's one of my fave's too.

Glad to have helped. x

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

"As soon as you posted I knew which poem you meant, it's one of my fave's too.

Glad to have helped. x"

You will be quoted as having ably assisted in my children's coming to terms with the trauma of discovering their mother is a swinger!!! As I will show them the poem.. I will make them glad I am not a boring old fart..

So thanks again x

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By *erekduvallCouple
over a year ago

swansea

I remembr years ago Roger Mc goff (spelling)reciting a poem aroound the time of the cold war and 3 min warning, he was on the bus and the siren went off, so as there was the thught of only a few minutes left b4 the big bomb dropped everyone on the bus started to have sex. then the all clear sounded , lol. looked for it ever since but cant find it any where.

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

I'm not into the serious stuff, but love the naughty humerous ditty's, like Eskimo Nell, or anything from Kevin "Bloody" Wilson that he puts to music.

Ok, so it's not really poetry in the true sense of the word, but we all see most things from different angles anyway, lol. Always brightens my day

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

I love poetry and like ta write funny ditties and poems although its been a while now xx

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

"what does it mean to you ... is it a load of old tripe or do you enjoy reading it?

I am really interested in hearing your views - for me it tends to depend on what mood I am in.

How easy the breath that kills the flame..

Hard to kindle that light again..

Cold words kill and kind words kindle..

By words withheld a dream may dwindle..

J.Anglund..

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