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

One of my favourites..

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate,

I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

Post one of your favourites please

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By *rsTrellisWoman
over a year ago

Cambridge

Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear

A bear was Fuzzy Wuzzy

When Fuzzy Wuzzy lost his hair

He wasn’t fuzzy was ‘e?

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

"Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear

A bear was Fuzzy Wuzzy

When Fuzzy Wuzzy lost his hair

He wasn’t fuzzy was ‘e? "

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

Applause

Have you ever heard the planet

Hold its breath before the storm?

Like an audience in wait

Before the curtains are withdrawn.

It's the gentle buzz of wild things

Straining leaves towards the sky,

the steady thrum of wings

Taking their owners somewhere dry.

Then for a second it is nothing

But the beat of nature's heart,

Until as though it's lungs have burst

The grey sky rips itself apart.

And just like the earth's alive

As it collectively exhales,

The wind whips through the trees

Whilst they all bend beneath it's wails.

Then as the first drop falls

There is a gasp, and then a pause,

Before it seems the whole world breaks

Into a deafening applause.

~ Erin Hanson

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

"Applause

Have you ever heard the planet

Hold its breath before the storm?

Like an audience in wait

Before the curtains are withdrawn.

It's the gentle buzz of wild things

Straining leaves towards the sky,

the steady thrum of wings

Taking their owners somewhere dry.

Then for a second it is nothing

But the beat of nature's heart,

Until as though it's lungs have burst

The grey sky rips itself apart.

And just like the earth's alive

As it collectively exhales,

The wind whips through the trees

Whilst they all bend beneath it's wails.

Then as the first drop falls

There is a gasp, and then a pause,

Before it seems the whole world breaks

Into a deafening applause.

~ Erin Hanson

Very nice - I've not heard that before

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

"Applause

Have you ever heard the planet

Hold its breath before the storm?

Like an audience in wait

Before the curtains are withdrawn.

It's the gentle buzz of wild things

Straining leaves towards the sky,

the steady thrum of wings

Taking their owners somewhere dry.

Then for a second it is nothing

But the beat of nature's heart,

Until as though it's lungs have burst

The grey sky rips itself apart.

And just like the earth's alive

As it collectively exhales,

The wind whips through the trees

Whilst they all bend beneath it's wails.

Then as the first drop falls

There is a gasp, and then a pause,

Before it seems the whole world breaks

Into a deafening applause.

~ Erin Hanson

Very nice - I've not heard that before

She writes some great stuff. Check her out.

Her one I really love is ~

There is freedom waiting for you

On the breezes of the sky,

And you ask "What if I fall?"

Oh but my darling,

What if you fly?

~ Erin Hanson

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

"Applause

Have you ever heard the planet

Hold its breath before the storm?

Like an audience in wait

Before the curtains are withdrawn.

It's the gentle buzz of wild things

Straining leaves towards the sky,

the steady thrum of wings

Taking their owners somewhere dry.

Then for a second it is nothing

But the beat of nature's heart,

Until as though it's lungs have burst

The grey sky rips itself apart.

And just like the earth's alive

As it collectively exhales,

The wind whips through the trees

Whilst they all bend beneath it's wails.

Then as the first drop falls

There is a gasp, and then a pause,

Before it seems the whole world breaks

Into a deafening applause.

~ Erin Hanson

Very nice - I've not heard that before

She writes some great stuff. Check her out.

Her one I really love is ~

There is freedom waiting for you

On the breezes of the sky,

And you ask "What if I fall?"

Oh but my darling,

What if you fly?

~ Erin Hanson

I like that one better.. ok I'm going to post my favourite now.. it's pretty well known though..

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

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

D*unk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

*Makes me want to cry everytime I read it

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

"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

D*unk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

*Makes me want to cry everytime I read it

Dulce et Decorum est - Wilfred Owen

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By *rimson_RoseWoman
over a year ago

Tamworth

War is never over

Thought the treaties may be signed

The memories of the battles

Are forever in our minds

War is never over

So when you welcome heroes home

Remember in their minds they hold

Memories known to them alone

War is never over

Nam veterans know this well

Now other wars bring memories back

Of their own eternal hell

War is never over

For I knew world war two

And I'll not forget the battles

Or the nightmares that ensue

War is never over

Those left home to wait know this

For many still are waiting

It was their farewell kiss

War is never over

Though we win the victory

Still in our minds the battles

No freedom is not free!

Cecil L. Harrison

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By *rimson_RoseWoman
over a year ago

Tamworth

"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

D*unk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

*Makes me want to cry everytime I read it

That one always makes me a bit wibble.

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

"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

D*unk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

*Makes me want to cry everytime I read it

Dulce et Decorum est - Wilfred Owen"

I know this one well. Beautiful but so so sad.

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

Traffic Lights

Red. That's your colour

You tell them to halt

Stop. Stay. Remain.

They want to fly. Drive

Away without recourse

The wind in their sails

Away away away

Green is the new mode

Freedom the way out

Let me breathe. Exhale

Inhale. Feel the air inside.

I never liked red. Restrictions

Rules. Inhibitions.

Away away away

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

"War is never over

Thought the treaties may be signed

The memories of the battles

Are forever in our minds

War is never over

So when you welcome heroes home

Remember in their minds they hold

Memories known to them alone

War is never over

Nam veterans know this well

Now other wars bring memories back

Of their own eternal hell

War is never over

For I knew world war two

And I'll not forget the battles

Or the nightmares that ensue

War is never over

Those left home to wait know this

For many still are waiting

It was their farewell kiss

War is never over

Though we win the victory

Still in our minds the battles

No freedom is not free!

Cecil L. Harrison"

So true.. so sad

Lovely

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By *alldarksurreyMan
over a year ago

surrey

Whenever life gets you down

And things seem hard or tough

And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft

And you feel that you've had quite enough...

Just, remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving

And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour

That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned

Around sun that is the source of all our power

The sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see

Are moving at a million miles a day

In an outer spiral arm at forty thousand miles an hour

In the galaxy we call the Milky Way

Our galaxy itself, contains a hundred billion stars

It's a hundred thousand light years side-to-side

It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick

But out by us its just three thousand light years wide

We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point

We go round every two hundred million years

And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions

In this amazing and expanding universe

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding

In all of the directions it can whiz

As fast as it can go, the speed of light you know

Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is

So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure

How amazingly unlikely is your birth

And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space

Cause there's bugger-all down here on Earth!

A classic from Monty python The meaning of life

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

What matters creative endless toil, When, at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil?

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

And now the voice in your head IS yours

Take a deep breath there's nothing to be afraid of

What you just did was fall to the depths of existence

The place the mind keeps you away from by it's own process Of building models for understanding

This is not insanity, this is in fact the ultimate reality.

The union you've acheived is only possible in thoughts no more

See life is a play that we are always acting out Without ever seeing it from the writers or audiences point of view.

When we reach infinity we become the writer, the actors and the audience at the exact same time.

So here you are, and now you understand

You always were here, that's why you always ran

I'd like to welcome you, to the heaven you've created

I tell the truth, this is the wisdom of the ancients

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

"Whenever life gets you down

And things seem hard or tough

And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft

And you feel that you've had quite enough...

Just, remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving

And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour

That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned

Around sun that is the source of all our power

The sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see

Are moving at a million miles a day

In an outer spiral arm at forty thousand miles an hour

In the galaxy we call the Milky Way

Our galaxy itself, contains a hundred billion stars

It's a hundred thousand light years side-to-side

It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick

But out by us its just three thousand light years wide

We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point

We go round every two hundred million years

And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions

In this amazing and expanding universe

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding

In all of the directions it can whiz

As fast as it can go, the speed of light you know

Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is

So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure

How amazingly unlikely is your birth

And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space

Cause there's bugger-all down here on Earth!

A classic from Monty python The meaning of life "

That is awesome I have to admit.

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

"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

D*unk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

*Makes me want to cry everytime I read it

Dulce et Decorum est - Wilfred Owen"
From my home town Wilfred.

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

"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

D*unk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori.

*Makes me want to cry everytime I read it

Dulce et Decorum est - Wilfred Owen From my home town Wilfred."

I didn't get the chance to say before, I meant no harm dropping rhymes galore

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

Non taken . Was good fun

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

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 all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath 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!

--Rudyard Kipling

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

Melancholy wins it for me...

A snippet from Keats Ode...

But when the melancholy fit shall fall

Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,

That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,

And hides the green hill in an April shroud;

Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,

Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,

Or on the wealth of globed peonies;

Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,

Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,

And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

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

Hurrah for the CRE - For SurrySensual

Good Morning Mr Stevens and Windy Notchy Knight,

Hurrah for the CRE

We're working very hard down at Upnor Hard,

Hurrah for the CRE

You make fast, I make fast, make fast the dinghy,

Make fast the dinghy, make fast the dinghy,

You make fast, I make fast, make fast the dinghy,

Make fast the dinghy pontoon.

For we're marching on to Laffan's Plain,

To Laffan's Plain, to Laffan's Plain,

Yes we're marching on to Laffan's Plain

Where they don't know mud from clay.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,

Ooshta, ooshta, ooshta, ooshta,

Ikona malee, picaninny skoff,

Ma-ninga sabenza, here's another off.

Oolum-da cried Matabele,

Oolum-da, away we go.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,

Shush ....................... Whoow!

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By *tonMessCouple
over a year ago

Slough Windsor ish

Its the lyrics to a favourite song but very poetic...

I lie awake at night

Listening to you sleeping

I hear the darkness breathe

And the rain against the window

After all this time

Cynical and jaded

All the stones are diamonds

All the blues are faded

Everything I've been through

All I've seen and heard

Spend so much of my life

In the spiritual third world

But you came and brought the rain here

Something waiting to happen

Something learning to fly

We can talk without talking

From inside to inside

I have waited to feel this

For the whole of my life

We took ourselves apart

We talked about our faces

You said you didn't like yours

I said I disagree

I keep the pieces separate

I clutch them in my coat

A jigsaw of an angel

I can do when I feel low

From emptiness…

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

"Its the lyrics to a favourite song but very poetic...

I lie awake at night

Listening to you sleeping

I hear the darkness breathe

And the rain against the window

After all this time

Cynical and jaded

All the stones are diamonds

All the blues are faded

Everything I've been through

All I've seen and heard

Spend so much of my life

In the spiritual third world

But you came and brought the rain here

Something waiting to happen

Something learning to fly

We can talk without talking

From inside to inside

I have waited to feel this

For the whole of my life

We took ourselves apart

We talked about our faces

You said you didn't like yours

I said I disagree

I keep the pieces separate

I clutch them in my coat

A jigsaw of an angel

I can do when I feel low

From emptiness…"

Songs are just poetry to music. I can't say that I know that one though.

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

Until the philosophy which hold one race superior

And another

Inferior

Is finally

And permanently

Discredited

And abandoned

Everywhere is war

Me say war

That until there no longer

First class and second class citizens of any nation

Until the colour of a man's skin

Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes

Me say war

That until the basic human rights

Are equally guaranteed to all

Without regard to race

Dis a war

That until that day

The dream of lasting peace

World citizenship

Rule of international morality

Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued

But never attained

Now everywhere is war - war

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

A Midsummer-Night's Dream ~ Act V Scene 2

PUCK sings:

NOW the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behowls the moon;

Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,

All with weary task fordone.

Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,

Puts the wretch that lies in woe

In remembrance of a shroud.

Now it is the time of night,

That the graves, all gaping wide,

Every one lets forth his sprite,

In the churchway paths to glide:

And we fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecate's team,

From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,

Now are frolic; not a mouse

Shall disturb this hallowed house:

I am sent with broom before

To sweep the dust behind the door.

~ William Shakespeare

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

"A Midsummer-Night's Dream ~ Act V Scene 2

PUCK sings:

NOW the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behowls the moon;

Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,

All with weary task fordone.

Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,

Puts the wretch that lies in woe

In remembrance of a shroud.

Now it is the time of night,

That the graves, all gaping wide,

Every one lets forth his sprite,

In the churchway paths to glide:

And we fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecate's team,

From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,

Now are frolic; not a mouse

Shall disturb this hallowed house:

I am sent with broom before

To sweep the dust behind the door.

~ William Shakespeare"

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

If music be the food of love, play on;

Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,

The appetite may sicken, and so die.

That strain again! it had a dying fall:

O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,

That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:

'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,

That, notwithstanding thy capacity

Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,

Of what validity and pitch soe'er,

But falls into abatement and low price,

Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy

That it alone is high fantastical.

I believe that is another of his? Orsinio speaking in 12th Night

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over a year ago

"If music be the food of love, play on;

Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,

The appetite may sicken, and so die.

That strain again! it had a dying fall:

O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,

That breathes upon a bank of violets,

Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:

'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,

That, notwithstanding thy capacity

Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,

Of what validity and pitch soe'er,

But falls into abatement and low price,

Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy

That it alone is high fantastical.

I believe that is another of his? Orsinio speaking in 12th Night"

I think I just broke the non-love rule in my own thread!

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over a year ago

Yes I think you might just have.

If music be the food of love, play on definition.

It's the first line of the play The speaker is just simply asking for music because he is frustrated in courtship; he wants an overabundance of love so that he may lose his appetite for it.

A good choice

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over a year ago

Hillside desolate

Nobody heard him, the dead man,

But still he lay moaning:

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he’s dead

It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,

They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always

(Still the dead one lay moaning)

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving but drowning.

Stevie Smith. A bit depressing yes, but a favourite of mine

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over a year ago

Rhyfel

Gwae fi fy myw mewn oes mor ddreng

A Duw ar drai ar orwel pell;

O'i ôl mae dyn, yn deyrn a gwreng,

Yn codi ei awdurdod hell.

Pan deimlodd fyned ymaith Dduw

Cyfododd gledd i ladd ei frawd;

Mae swn yr ymladd ar ein clyw,

A'i gysgod ar fythynnod tlawd.

Mae'r hen delynau genid gynt

Ynghrog ar gangau'r helyg draw,

A gwaedd y bechgyn lond y gwynt,

A'u gwaed yn gymysg efo'r glaw.

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over a year ago

I got fat strings in ma puma clydes

I don't walk to work I get free rides

My coat got fur like a panda mama

Dat iz coz I'm a real slamma jamma

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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?

by Spike Milligan

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over a year ago

"Nobody heard him, the dead man,

But still he lay moaning:

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he’s dead

It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,

They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always

(Still the dead one lay moaning)

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving but drowning.

Stevie Smith. A bit depressing yes, but a favourite of mine "

Funny how some of the darkest ones are quite touching.

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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?

by Spike Milligan"

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over a year ago

"Rhyfel

Gwae fi fy myw mewn oes mor ddreng

A Duw ar drai ar orwel pell;

O'i ôl mae dyn, yn deyrn a gwreng,

Yn codi ei awdurdod hell.

Pan deimlodd fyned ymaith Dduw

Cyfododd gledd i ladd ei frawd;

Mae swn yr ymladd ar ein clyw,

A'i gysgod ar fythynnod tlawd.

Mae'r hen delynau genid gynt

Ynghrog ar gangau'r helyg draw,

A gwaedd y bechgyn lond y gwynt,

A'u gwaed yn gymysg efo'r glaw."

Can't say as I'm familiar with.. or even know how to start pronouncing any of that. I'm sure it's beautiful though.

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over a year ago

Upon an island hard to reach,

the East Beast sits upon his beach.

Upon the west beach sits the West Beast.

Each beach beast thinks he's the best beast.

Which beast is best?...Well, I thought at first

that the East was best and the West was worst.

Then I looked again from the west to the east

and I liked the beast on the east beach least.

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"Upon an island hard to reach,

the East Beast sits upon his beach.

Upon the west beach sits the West Beast.

Each beach beast thinks he's the best beast.

Which beast is best?...Well, I thought at first

that the East was best and the West was worst.

Then I looked again from the west to the east

and I liked the beast on the east beach least. "

I like that.. what's that from?

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over a year ago

Did I ever tell you that Mrs. McCave

Had twenty-three sons and she named them all Dave?

Well, she did. And that wasn’t a smart thing to do.

You see, when she wants one and calls out, “Yoo-Hoo!

Come into the house, Dave!” she doesn’t get one.

All twenty-three Daves of hers come on the run!

This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves’

As you can imagine, with so many Daves.

And often she wishes that, when they were born,

She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn

And one of them Hoos-Foos. And one of them Snimm.

And one of them Hot-Shot. And one Sunny Jim.

And one of them Shadrack. And one of them Blinkey.

And one of them Stuffy. And one of them Stinkey.

Another one Putt-Putt. Another one Moon Face.

Another one Marvin O’Gravel Balloon Face.

And one of them Ziggy. And one Soggy Muff.

One Buffalo Bill. And one Biffalo Buff.

And one of them Sneepy. And one Weepy Weed.

And one Paris Garters. And one Harris T.

And one of them Sir Michael Carmichael Zutt

And one of them Oliver Boliver Butt

And one of them Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate …

But she didn’t do it. And now it’s too late.

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over a year ago

both of those are Dr Seuss by the way

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