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

Well, the weird adverts have been on TV for a while now tomlet us all know that it is the BBC Poetry Season.

I just thought I would do my bit for the cause ad share one of my favourite poems of all time. It is by Robert Frost and I have loved this poem since I read it when I was thirteen.

It's called 'Into My Own' :-

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.

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

Awww stu babes that was lovely

your talent just goes on and on lol

Debbs xx

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

I think it is... brings a lump to my throat everytime I read it. Robert Frost Definitley ranks as my favourite poet.

As for talent....well...Piers Morgan won't kow what's hit him! lol

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

Aw thats really sweet!!!

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

dunno who this is by or even if its the full poem but i like it No miracles are worked today, the mockers and the sceptics say: But i have seen a flawless bloom lift to the light from earths dark tomb.With unbelief our eyes we bind, No glory in our lives we find, And yet, for someone every hour, Life breaks into a perfect flower

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

Loving the poetry corner Stu xxxxxxxx

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you simply, without problems or pride:

I love you in this way

because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I nor you,

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,

so intimate that when I fall asleep

it is your eyes that close.

This sonnet means so much to me, it's by one of my most favorite poets Pablo Neruda xxxxxxxx

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By *oonboyMan
over a year ago

livingston

ahhhh poetry corner......try this fer size lol

She cook’s and cleans

And keep’s things neat

And with five in the house

That’s no mean feat

There’s just one question

Though that has me beat

Tell me why can she never

Work the toilet seat

luv toony xxx

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By *cots70Couple
over a year ago

west lothian

She whispered "will it hurt me?"

"Of course not" answered he

"It's a very simple process,

You can rely on me."

She said "I'm very frightened,

I've not had this before.

My friend has had it five times

And said it can be sore."

It was growing rather painful

Tears formed in her eyes

It was hurting quite a bit now

It must have been a size.

"Calm yourself" he whispered

"His face filled with a grin

"Try and open wider

So I can get it in."

"It's coming now" he whispered

"I know" she cried in bliss

Feeling it deep within her now

She said "I am glad I'm having this."

And with a final effort

She gave a frightened shout

He gripped it in anguish

And quickly pulled it out.

She lay back quite contended

Sighed and gave a smile

She said "I'm glad I came now

You made it worth my while."

Now if you read this carefully

The dentist you will find

Is not what you imagined

It's just your dirty mind!!

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By *cots70Couple
over a year ago

west lothian

The sky was dark

the moon was high

all alone just her and I

Her hair so soft

her eyes so blue

I knew just what she wanted to do

Her skin so soft

her legs so fine

I ran my fingers down her spine

I didn't know how

but I tried my best

to place my hand on her breast

I remember my fear

my fast beating heart

but slowly she spread her legs apart

And when she did

I felt no shame

as all at once the white stuff came

At last it was finished

it's all over now,

my first time...milking a cow.

how durty r your minds!!!!...lol

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

This one is a sonnet written by my only famous ancestor:

The night, the starless night of passion

From heaven began, on heaven beneath to fall,

When Christ did sound the onset martial,

A sacred hymn, upon his foes to run;

That with the fiery contemplation

Of love and joy, his soul and senses all

Surcharged might not dread the bitter thrall

Of pain and grief and torments all in one.

Then since my holy vows have undertook

To take the portrait of Christ's death in me,

Then let my love with sonnets fill this book,

With hymns to give the onset as did he;

That thoughts inflamèd with such heavenly muse

The coldest ice of fire may not refuse.

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

THE year's at the spring,

And day's at the morn;

Morning's at seven;

The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;

The lark's on the wing;

The snail's on the thorn;

God's in His heaven--

All's right with the world!

A belter by Robert Browning called Pippa's Song

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By *cots70Couple
over a year ago

west lothian

ffs stu so deep and so UNMEANINGFUL ..get the rude ones up ..lol

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

How's this one mammy?

The sea captain's tender young bride

fell into the bay at low tide,

You could tell by her squeals,

that some of the eels

had discovered a good place to hide.

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By *cots70Couple
over a year ago

west lothian

well stu as yr teacher may have said in yr school report....could do better..lol

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

where did the eels go ???????

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

into the pie view xx lol

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

IF.....

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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