FabSwingers.com forum: Have you a favourite poem?

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

This one by Tom Leonard is a particular favourite of mine, note the way it is written in the form of an 'autocue'

Try reading it aloud, it will have you fluent in 'weegie' in no time!

The 6 O'Clock News.

this is thi

six a clock

news thi

man said n

thi reason

a talk wia

BBC accent

iz coz yi

widny wahnt

mi ti talk

aboot thi

trooth wia

voice lik

wanna yoo

scruff. if

a toktaboot

thi trooth

lik wanna yoo

scruff yi

widny thingk

it wuz troo.

jist wanna yoo

scruff tokn.

thirza right

way ti spell

ana right way

to tok it. this

is me tokn yir

right way a

spellin. this

is ma trooth.

yooz doant no

thi trooth

yirsellz cawz

yi canny talk

right. this is

the six a clock

nyooz. belt up.

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By *iewMan
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over a year ago

Angus & Findhorn

I noticed an error.. 'trooth' is actually spelt 'truth'...

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By *iamondsmiles.Woman
over a year ago

little house on the praire

I like lots of poetry I used to write.

My two favourites are

The slaves dream

The reaper and the flowers

Both longfellow

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

"I noticed an error.. 'trooth' is actually spelt 'truth'...

fekk there's always one... you ...you....spellist!

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By *iamondsmiles.Woman
over a year ago

little house on the praire

I should of put a full stop after poetry

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

"I like lots of poetry I used to write.

My two favourites are

The slaves dream

The reaper and the flowers

Both longfellow"

Love his Song of Hiawatha. xxx

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By *iewMan
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over a year ago

Angus & Findhorn

"I noticed an error.. 'trooth' is actually spelt 'truth'...

fekk there's always one... you ...you....spellist! "

............ minces away giggling

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

Apart from wordsworth i used to love spike milligans stuff, it made me laugh

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

"I must go down to the sea again,

to the lonely sea and the sky;

I left my shoes and socks there -

I wonder if they're dry?

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

"Apart from wordsworth i used to love spike milligans stuff, it made me laugh

Here's one of his which raises a titter.

GRANNY.

Through every nook and every cranny

The wind blew in on poor old Granny

Around her knees, into each ear

(And up nose as well, I fear)

All through the night the wind grew worse

It nearly made the vicar curse

The top had fallen off the steeple

Just missing him (and other people)

It blew on man, it blew on beast

It blew on nun, it blew on priest

It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-

But most of all, it blew on Granny!

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

I'm very fond of RLS's 'I Will Make You Brooches'

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight

Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.

I will make a palace fit for you and me

Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,

Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom,

And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white

In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.

And this shall be for music when no one else is near,

The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!

That only I remember, that only you admire,

Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.

...............................

It's written in English but sounds great when delivered in Scots.

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By *iamondsmiles.Woman
over a year ago

little house on the praire

The best thing about poems is you can interpret them and there is no right or wrong

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

Never come across this one before AV, thank you for sharing it with us. xxx

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

"Apart from wordsworth i used to love spike milligans stuff, it made me laugh

Here's one of his which raises a titter.

GRANNY.

Through every nook and every cranny

The wind blew in on poor old Granny

Around her knees, into each ear

(And up nose as well, I fear)

All through the night the wind grew worse

It nearly made the vicar curse

The top had fallen off the steeple

Just missing him (and other people)

It blew on man, it blew on beast

It blew on nun, it blew on priest

It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-

But most of all, it blew on Granny! "

And another....

There are holes in the sky

Where the rain gets in

But there ever so small

That's why the rain is thin.

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

"The best thing about poems is you can interpret them and there is no right or wrong"

I love poetry, Maya Angelou is a favourite, as is Pablo Neruda.... my son just bought me a book of his poetry for mothers day. xxx

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By *lackboaWoman
over a year ago

greenock

i wish i was a glow-worm,

a glow-worm's never glum,

'cos how can you be gloomy,

when the sun shines out ya bum?

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By *iamondsmiles.Woman
over a year ago

little house on the praire

"The best thing about poems is you can interpret them and there is no right or wrong

I love poetry, Maya Angelou is a favourite, as is Pablo Neruda.... my son just bought me a book of his poetry for mothers day. xxx"

Love maya angelou, personaly i prefer her books to her poems

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

For The Fallen - Laurence Binyon

The Charge of the Light Brigade - Alfred Lord Tennyson

How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix - Robert Browning

If - Rudyard Kipling

To Celia - Ben Johnson

How Do I Love Thee - Elizabeth Barratt Browning

I Loved You - Alexander Pushkin

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

This is one of Maya Angelou's most widely read poems. Fabby!

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

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By *lackboaWoman
over a year ago

greenock

when i am an old woman

i shall wear purple

with a red hat which doesnt go

and doesnt suit me

and i shall spend my pension

on brandy and summer gloves

and satin sandals

and say we've no money for butter

i shall sit down on the pavement when i'm tired

and gobble up samples in shops

and press alarm bells

and run my stick along the public railings

and make up for the sobriety of my youth

i shall go out in my slippers in the rain

and pick the flowers in other peoples gardens

and learn to spit!!

theres another verse but i have an RSI now

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

I Loved You - Alexander Pushkin

I loved you, and I probably still do,

And for a while the feeling may remain...

But let my love no longer trouble you,

I do not wish to cause you any pain.

I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,

The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -

Made up a love so tender and so true

As may God grant you to be loved again.

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

"Never come across this one before AV, thank you for sharing it with us. xxx"

You're very welcome. It's a wee party piece I've used for many years.

As Diamondsmiles points out there's no right or wrong way to deliver a poem, I prefer this in Scots but the important thing about poetry is sharing.

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

Like all the above- but my favourite is WH Auden- Stop all the clocks.... we used it at my Nana's funeral way before 4 Weddings got a hold of it- though John Hannah's version was beautiful ...

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

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

My favourite 'poom' was by granny c... absolutely brilliant!!!

I still snigger when I think about it

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

"[Removed by poster at 06/04/11 19:53:19]"

Clock stopped?

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

Ooh Granny's Poom is a classic, should be on GCE curriculum's.

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

"[Removed by poster at 06/04/11 19:53:19]

Clock stopped?

Brain did

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

"i wish i was a glow-worm,

a glow-worm's never glum,

'cos how can you be gloomy,

when the sun shines out ya bum?

I'm going to teach my grandson that one...he get's told off by my daughter for saying bum instead of bottom.

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

Nobody likes me

Everybody hates me

I think I'll go and eat worms...

Big fat juicy ones,

Wee skinny lizzy ones

See how they wriggle and squirm...

You cut off their heads & cut off their tails..........

And throw the skins away.......

Nobody knows how I survive

On worms three times a day

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

Forgot about that one too Sis.....gonna teach my grandson all these.... just to piss off my oh so correct daughter.

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By *obbytupperMan
over a year ago

Menston near Ilkley

If by Rudyard Kipling and his story Captains Courageous is fantastic!

I wish I could have met the man!

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By *razydriver8Couple
over a year ago

plymouth

this is one of my faves.

by 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.

but fave poet is wendy cope..

this one makes me laugh ever time....

Reading Scheme

Here is Peter. Here is Jane. They like fun.

Jane has a big doll. Peter has a ball.

Look, Jane, look! Look at the dog! See him run!

Here is Mummy. She has baked a bun.

Here is the milkman. He has come to call.

Here is Peter.Here is Jane. They like fun

Go Peter! Go Jane! Come, milkman, come!

The milkman likes Mummy. She likes them all

Look, Jane, look! Look at the dog! See him run!

Here are the curtains. They shut out the sun.

Let us peep! On tiptoe Jane! You are small!

Here is Peter. Here is Jane. They like fun.

I hear a car, Jane. The milkman looks glum.

Here is Daddy in his car. Daddy is tall.

Look, Jane, look! Look at the dog! See him run!

Daddy looks very cross. has he a gun?

Up milkman Up milkman Over the wall!

Here is Jane. They like fun.

Look, Jane, look! Look at the dog! See him run!

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

lmao at the Wendy Cope one, was it she who wrote Loss?

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By *razydriver8Couple
over a year ago

plymouth

"lmao at the Wendy Cope one, was it she who wrote Loss? "

Do you mean this one.?

Loss - Wendy Cope

The day he moved was terrible-

That evening she went through hell.

His absence wasn't a problem

But the corkscrew had gone as well.

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

this is one of my faves.

by 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.

but fave poet is wendy cope..

this one makes me laugh ever time....

Reading Scheme

Here is Peter. Here is Jane. They like fun.

Jane has a big doll. Peter has a ball.

Look, Jane, look! Look at the dog! See him run!

Here is Mummy. She has baked a bun.

Here is the milkman. He has come to call.

Here is Peter.Here is Jane. They like fun

Go Peter! Go Jane! Come, milkman, come!

The milkman likes Mummy. She likes them all

Look, Jane, look! Look at the dog! See him run!

Here are the curtains. They shut out the sun.

Let us peep! On tiptoe Jane! You are small!

Here is Peter. Here is Jane. They like fun.

I hear a car, Jane. The milkman looks glum.

Here is Daddy in his car. Daddy is tall.

Look, Jane, look! Look at the dog! See him run!

Daddy looks very cross. has he a gun?

Up milkman Up milkman Over the wall!

Here is Jane. They like fun.

Look, Jane, look! Look at the dog! See him run!

Pure genius

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

"I Loved You - Alexander Pushkin

I loved you, and I probably still do,

And for a while the feeling may remain...

But let my love no longer trouble you,

I do not wish to cause you any pain.

I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,

The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -

Made up a love so tender and so true

As may God grant you to be loved again.

I likes this one

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

"lmao at the Wendy Cope one, was it she who wrote Loss?

Do you mean this one.?

Loss - Wendy Cope

The day he moved was terrible-

That evening she went through hell.

His absence wasn't a problem

But the corkscrew had gone as well.

That's the one! fabby. ty xxxx

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By *razydriver8Couple
over a year ago

plymouth

Another one in my top ten.

May I Feel Said He - E.E Cummings

may i feel said he

(i'll squeal said she

just once said he)

it's fun said she

(may i touch said he

how much said she

a lot said he)

why not said she

(let's go said he

not too far said she

what's too far said he

where you are said she)

may i stay said he

(which way said she

like this said he

if you kiss said she

may i move said he

is it love said she)

if you're willing said he

(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he

but your wife said she

now said he)

ow said she

(tiptop said he

don't stop said she

oh no said he)

go slow said she

(cccome?said he

ummm said she)

you're divine! said he

(you are Mine said she)

poetry is fad and so many differnt ones to suit your mood..

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

So many up-beat ones here today thanks for making me smile.... and some poignant and beautiful ones to make me think, thanks. xxxxx

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

Not strictly poems, but I find most lyrics to Elbow songs are as good as any poetry

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By *razydriver8Couple
over a year ago

plymouth

sorry just had to add one more..

this brings tears to my eyes, as i read it at my fathers funeral.

Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

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

da mi basia mille catullus poem no 7 have loved this one for a long time

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

My old Dad used to recite this daft little rhyme to me. Always makes me smile. It's often credited to E.E. Cummings but its provenance is uncertain.

You must read it to yourself or out loud in a New York/Bronx accent.

Spring is sprung

Da grass is riz

I wonder where dem boidies iz

Da little boids is on da wing

Ain't dat absoid

Da little wings is on da boid

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

like it....

I quite likes the one by ogden nash "fleas"

Adam

Had,em

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By *layfullsamMan
over a year ago

Solihull

more of a ditty than a poem

the man stood on the burning deck eating red hot scallops

one fell down his trouser leg and burnt him on the

ankle

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

XX William H Auden back in the day 1945 i think

and The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe - even further back in the day 1845

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By *mumaWoman
over a year ago

Livingston

"XX William H Auden back in the day 1945 i think

and The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe - even further back in the day 1845"

fook Karma, you have surprised me, didnae ken you were so refined..

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

""I must go down to the sea again,

to the lonely sea and the sky;

I left my shoes and socks there -

I wonder if they're dry?

There are holes in the sky

where the rain comes in.

But they're everso small.

That's why rain is thin.

genius x

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

"Apart from wordsworth i used to love spike milligans stuff, it made me laugh

Here's one of his which raises a titter.

GRANNY.

Through every nook and every cranny

The wind blew in on poor old Granny

Around her knees, into each ear

(And up nose as well, I fear)

All through the night the wind grew worse

It nearly made the vicar curse

The top had fallen off the steeple

Just missing him (and other people)

It blew on man, it blew on beast

It blew on nun, it blew on priest

It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-

But most of all, it blew on Granny!

And another....

There are holes in the sky

Where the rain gets in

But there ever so small

That's why the rain is thin.

ooops just saw this

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

what a wonderful bird is the pelican,for its beak, can hold more,than its belly can !

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

"Apart from wordsworth i used to love spike milligans stuff, it made me laugh

Here's one of his which raises a titter.

GRANNY.

Through every nook and every cranny

The wind blew in on poor old Granny

Around her knees, into each ear

(And up nose as well, I fear)

All through the night the wind grew worse

It nearly made the vicar curse

The top had fallen off the steeple

Just missing him (and other people)

It blew on man, it blew on beast

It blew on nun, it blew on priest

It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-

But most of all, it blew on Granny!

And another....

There are holes in the sky

Where the rain gets in

But there ever so small

That's why the rain is thin.

ooops just saw this

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

In The Land Of The Bumbley Boo

In the land of the Bumbley Boo

The People are red white and blue,

They never blow noses,

Or ever wear closes,

What a sensible thing to do!

In the land of the Bumbley Boo

You can buy Lemon pie at the zoo;

They give away foxes

In little Pink Boxes

And Bottles of Dandylion Stew.

In the land of the Bumbley Boo

You never see a Gnu,

But thousands of cats

Wearing trousers and hats

Made of Pumpkins and Pelican Glue!

Chorus

Oh, the Bumbley Boo! the Bumbley Boo!

That's the place for me and you!

So hurry! Let's run!

The train leaves at one!

For the land of the Bumbley Boo!

The wonderful Bumbley Boo-Boo-Boo!

The Wonderful Bumbley BOO!!!

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

This thread has had me scaring the dogs with my outbursts of laughter, off to sleep to dream of the land of the bumble boo. Xxxxxxxxx

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

dulce et decorum est..

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By *erekduvallCouple
over a year ago

swansea

Roger McGough's LUNCHTIME - A STORY OF LOVE, a poem I heard as a youngster in the 60s is I think the seed of my yearning for swinging

check it out on you tube

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

Mirror mirror

A young spring-tender girl

combed her joyous hair

'You are very ugly' said the mirror.

But,

on her lips hung

a smile of dove-secret loveliness,

for only that morning had not

the blind boy said,

'You are beautiful'?

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

On the Ning Nang Nong

Where the Cows go Bong!

and the monkeys all say BOO!

There's a Nong Nang Ning

Where the trees go Ping!

And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.

On the Nong Ning Nang

All the mice go Clang

And you just can't catch 'em when they do!

So its Ning Nang Nong

Cows go Bong!

Nong Nang Ning

Trees go ping

Nong Ning Nang

The mice go Clang

What a noisy place to belong

is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!

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

For laine, who has hidden her profile.

Tom Leonard will be appearing at the STUC in Glasgow on Fri 29th April as part of a 'reclaim Mayday' weekend of events.

He'll be reading a selection of his work, which will be recorded for a CD to be released later this year. The reading will be accompanied by an exhibition of Tom's posters.

Venue: STUC, Woodlands Rd, Glasgow 7.00pm. Entry by donation (suggested donation £10)

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By *emima_puddlefuckCouple
over a year ago

hexham

"when i am an old woman

i shall wear purple

with a red hat which doesnt go

and doesnt suit me

and i shall spend my pension

on brandy and summer gloves

and satin sandals

and say we've no money for butter

i shall sit down on the pavement when i'm tired

and gobble up samples in shops

and press alarm bells

and run my stick along the public railings

and make up for the sobriety of my youth

i shall go out in my slippers in the rain

and pick the flowers in other peoples gardens

and learn to spit!!

theres another verse but i have an RSI now"

i love that poem,a friend recently lost her mum,and they read it at the service.

For me saying do you have a favourite poem is like saying do you have a favourite song,it depends on my mood at the time,however,here are two that i always return to

This Is Just To Say

by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

then there is

THE SICK ROSE

by: William Blake (1757-1827)

ROSE, thou art sick!

The invisible worm,

That flies in the night,

In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy;

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

bugger i could fill this thread,poetry speaks to the soul like nothing else,ill leave now before i bore everyone

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

Feel free to bore me all you like on poetry.

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By *emima_puddlefuckCouple
over a year ago

hexham

ohhh what a challenge

well i was tempted to put up Dryden or Coleridge,and raise the question of how banal poetry has become,but if i can be forgiven for putting another poem in,

The most erotic poem ever,and it is that way because they could not say want to fuck,instead the image of blood mingling shows us why ppl who call themelves "bigcock102!"are so missing the point.

MARK but this flea, and mark in this,

How little that which thou deniest me is ;

It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,

And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.

Thou know'st that this cannot be said

A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;

Yet this enjoys before it woo,

And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;

And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,

Where we almost, yea, more than married are.

This flea is you and I, and this

Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.

Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,

And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.

Though use make you apt to kill me,

Let not to that self-murder added be,

And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since

Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?

Wherein could this flea guilty be,

Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?

Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou

Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.

'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;

Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,

Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.

Boring enough?

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

"For laine, who has hidden her profile.

Tom Leonard will be appearing at the STUC in Glasgow on Fri 29th April as part of a 'reclaim Mayday' weekend of events.

He'll be reading a selection of his work, which will be recorded for a CD to be released later this year. The reading will be accompanied by an exhibition of Tom's posters.

Venue: STUC, Woodlands Rd, Glasgow 7.00pm. Entry by donation (suggested donation £10)

Fantastic, thank you so much. Haven't heard him give a reading since my days at uni. I'll so try to get there. xxxxxx

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

"when i am an old woman

i shall wear purple

with a red hat which doesnt go

and doesnt suit me

and i shall spend my pension

on brandy and summer gloves

and satin sandals

and say we've no money for butter

i shall sit down on the pavement when i'm tired

and gobble up samples in shops

and press alarm bells

and run my stick along the public railings

and make up for the sobriety of my youth

i shall go out in my slippers in the rain

and pick the flowers in other peoples gardens

and learn to spit!!

theres another verse but i have an RSI now"

second verse, same as the first,

a little bit louder and a little bit worse.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

and eat three pounds of sausages at a go

or only bread and pickles for a week

and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

and pay our rent and not swear in the street

and set a good example for the children.

We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

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By *iamondsmiles.Woman
over a year ago

little house on the praire

I like wilfred owen as well

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

"I like wilfred owen as well"

You like anybody xx

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By *mumaWoman
over a year ago

Livingston

my favourite poem is one that was written about me by a very special person, and was written from the heart.

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over a year ago

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,

dark smell of sea, crush of mud and light,

what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?

What primal night does Man touch with his senses?

Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,

through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:

Love is a war of lightning,

and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.

Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,

your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,

and a genital fire, transformed by delight,

slips through the narrow channels of blood

to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,

to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

Pablo Neruda

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

"my favourite poem is one that was written about me by a very special person, and was written from the heart."

Thats were all the best ones come from xx

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

Never had one of them

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

The boy stood on the burning deck,

his feet were black as charcoal.

He stuck his head between his legs ,

and whistled up his arse hole

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

Not a poem...an observation

Just because you're grown up, doesn't mean you don't need someone to confide in. In fact, logic dictates that the opposite is true. Life becomes more complex and difficult as we get older. The people that we confide in as adults are very valuable. We usually choose our friends based on common interests that we share. We may have different friends for the variety of activities that we engage in. The important thing is that there is sense of mutual respect, and caring for each other

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By *nvictusMan
over a year ago

Beeston

Well-being I won and wisdom too

I grew and joyed in my growth

from a word to a word

I was led to a word

from a deed to another deed...

Havamal

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