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    Fairy-Land

    Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
    And cloudy-looking woods,
    Whose forms we can't discover
    For the tears that drip all over!
    Huge moons there wax and wane-
    Again- again- again-
    Every moment of the night-
    Forever changing places-
    And they put out the star-light
    With the breath from their pale faces.
    About twelve by the moon-dial,
    One more filmy than the rest
    (A kind which, upon trial,
    They have found to be the best)
    Comes down- still down- and down,
    With its centre on the crown
    Of a mountain's eminence,
    While its wide circumference
    In easy drapery falls
    Over hamlets, over halls,
    Wherever they may be-
    O'er the strange woods- o'er the sea-
    Over spirits on the wing-
    Over every drowsy thing-
    And buries them up quite
    In a labyrinth of light-
    And then, how deep!- O, deep!
    Is the passion of their sleep.
    In the morning they arise,
    And their moony covering
    Is soaring in the skies,
    With the tempests as they toss,
    Like- almost anything-
    Or a yellow Albatross.
    They use that moon no more
    For the same end as before-
    Videlicet, a tent-
    Which I think extravagant:
    Its atomies, however,
    Into a shower dissever,
    Of which those butterflies
    Of Earth, who seek the skies,
    And so come down again,
    (Never-contented things!)
    Have brought a specimen
    Upon their quivering wings.

    ~Edgar Allan Poe

    *who knew he was fond of fairies! swoon (he is my favorite poet)


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    Please use this thread to post YOUR favorite poetry.


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    There once was man from Nantucket.....
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    Quote Originally Posted by MacGyver1968 View Post
    There once was man from Nantucket.....
    Who bought a KFC bucket...


    Sorry, not a reader of poetry really. Great initiative though.
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    Quote Originally Posted by MacGyver1968 View Post
    There once was man from Nantucket.....
    You will be our dear, comical poet :-}}
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    by Charles Battell Loomis:
    OUGH

    I'm taught p-l-o-u-g-h
    S'all be pronouncé "plow."
    "Zat's easy w'en you know," I say,
    "Mon Anglais, I'll get through!"

    My teacher say zat in zat case,
    O-u-g-h is "oo."
    And zen I laugh and say to him,
    "Zees Anglais make me cough."

    He say "Not 'coo' but in zat word,
    O-u-g-h is 'off,'"
    "Oh, Sacre bleu! Such varied sounds
    Of words make me hiccough!"
    He say, "Again mon frien' ees wrong;
    O-u-g-h is 'up'
    In hiccough." Zen I cry, "No more,
    You make my t'roat feel rough."

    "Non, non!" he cry, "You are not right;
    O-u-g-h is 'uff.'"
    I say, "I try to spik your words,
    I cannot spik zem though."

    "In time you'll learn, but now you're wrong!
    O-u-g-h is 'owe'"
    "I'll try no more, I s'all go mad,
    I'll drown me in ze lough!"

    "But ere you drown yourself," said he,
    "O-u-g-h is 'ock.'"
    He taught no more, I held him fast
    And killed him wiz a rough.
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    My favorite is 'Banjo's Poem', set to scenes from the epic film, The Man From Snowy River, perhaps the greatest movie ever made in Australia by Australians. It stars Tom Burlinson, Jack Thompson, Sigrid Thornton and Kirk Douglas. It is a very textured poem, and quite long, though when watching the amazing footage of horses and horsemanship, the story is too soon told.

    Enjoy!

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    There once was man from Nantucket,
    Who bought KFC by the bucket.
    He said with a grin
    as he wiped of his chin,
    If it ain't chicken fried, then just chuck it!
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    Quote Originally Posted by scheherazade View Post
    My favorite is 'Banjo's Poem', set to scenes from the epic film, The Man From Snowy River, perhaps the greatest movie ever made in Australia by Australians. It stars Tom Burlinson, Jack Thompson, Sigrid Thornton and Kirk Douglas. It is a very textured poem, and quite long, though when watching the amazing footage of horses and horsemanship, the story is too soon told.

    Enjoy!

    I loved that...absolutely, loved it. Moved me in a way, I hardly expected. You have a beautiful spirit, scheh. Just sayin.
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    Thank you for the kind words, wegs.

    Apparently, they shot the footage of 'the descent', as it is known, in one take! That is one of the most phenomenal pieces of riding to ever hit the screen and the whole movie is just a visual delight, especially if one likes horses and scenery. I think it was the second movie that I ever purchased, the first being National Velvet.

    Here is a scrap of poetry that I wrote on July 16th this year at 2:39 a.m.

    golden mare gliding
    late evening ride under
    smoke haze red sun sky
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    I have removed my poem because it is uniquely mine, uniquely me. but apparently for all my uniqueness, people still cannot see past my marriage to Neverfly and it is assumed we are the same person. While he isn't likely to be given credit for any of my posts, I don't want to take any chances. my posts are mine and his are his. I hope some day people will be able to recognize the harm in refusing to acknowledge people as anything other than extensions of their spouses.
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    Speaking badly about people after they are gone and jumping on the bash the band wagon must do very well for a low self-esteem.
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    Quote Originally Posted by KALSTER View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by MacGyver1968 View Post
    There once was man from Nantucket.....
    Who bought a KFC bucket...


    Sorry, not a reader of poetry really. Great initiative though.
    running with this....

    he ordered a thigh
    and gave a big sigh
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    There once was a man from Nantucket

    Kalster

    Who bought a KFC BUCKET

    babe

    he ordered 12 thighs
    and gave a big sigh


    OK someone!! finish it off
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    I can't post the version I've heard.
    Fixin' shit that ain't broke.
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    Quote Originally Posted by MacGyver1968 View Post
    I can't post the version I've heard.
    hey we're making this up!![QUOTEMac
    There once was a man from Nantucket

    Kalster

    Who bought a KFC BUCKET

    babe

    he ordered 12 thighs
    and gave a big sigh
    and said.....where's my gravy it's not in the bucket.][/QUOTE] ok ok ok DO BETTER
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    Quote Originally Posted by PhDemon View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by MacGyver1968 View Post
    I can't post the version I've heard.
    hey we're making this up!![QUOTEMac
    There once was a man from Nantucket

    Kalster

    Who bought a KFC BUCKET

    babe

    he ordered 12 thighs
    and gave a big sigh
    The least they could have done was pluck it.
    YOU WIN THE PRIZE!! YAHOO PHDEMON!! Who'd a thought it would be you!!
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    I have found that making poetry up in groups is very fun and interesting so....here goes...and this can be funny or whatever


    I stood across a looking glass
    And saw an image in my past....


    ok next
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    Quote Originally Posted by wegs View Post
    Please use this thread to post YOUR favorite poetry.
    I have too many!.....I like MacGyver's thought also...great idea!!! both ways!
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    Quote Originally Posted by PhDemon View Post
    Not much of a fan of poetry, I often don't "get it". I agree with Jeremy Bentham:

    "Prose is when all the lines except the last one go to the margin. Poetry is where some of them fall short of it."
    Poetry can be fun...or serious....I recently had a book stolen...that had all of my poetry in it. They were personal....very....in the sense of describing me......I hope to find them or have them returned, as I do not believe I kept any other copies. I won an award for a poem years ago..*S*....Poetry is to the "soul" though for you maybe "Core" would be a better explanation....think of the most romantic thing ever that happened to you, or the most beautiful thing you ever saw or experienced...because that is what poetry is about!
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    Quote Originally Posted by PhDemon View Post
    Not much of a fan of poetry, I often don't "get it". I agree with Jeremy Bentham:

    "Prose is when all the lines except the last one go to the margin. Poetry is where some of them fall short of it."
    and it's ok....I'd like you anyways. You're just pretty cool about educating us non science folks.....and it is appreciated, Sir Demon....I may have to make you a pillow out of Sir Ducky's feathers....when he has any back.
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    I recently had a book stolen...that had all of my poetry in it
    I guess you forgot to give it a tap with your wand and say "Mischief managed !"...
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    Quote Originally Posted by PhDemon View Post
    Not much of a fan of poetry, I often don't "get it". I agree with Jeremy Bentham:

    "Prose is when all the lines except the last one go to the margin. Poetry is where some of them fall short of it."
    Roses are red, violets are blue...I'm sure if we looked...we'd find a poet in you.
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by PhDemon View Post
    Not much of a fan of poetry, I often don't "get it". I agree with Jeremy Bentham:

    "Prose is when all the lines except the last one go to the margin. Poetry is where some of them fall short of it."
    Poetry can be fun...or serious....I recently had a book stolen...that had all of my poetry in it. They were personal....very....in the sense of describing me......I hope to find them or have them returned, as I do not believe I kept any other copies. I won an award for a poem years ago..*S*....Poetry is to the "soul" though for you maybe "Core" would be a better explanation....think of the most romantic thing ever that happened to you, or the most beautiful thing you ever saw or experienced...because that is what poetry is about!
    Sometimes, when I can't express myself as I'd like to another person, poetry will be my translator... lol
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    Quote Originally Posted by seagypsy View Post
    Vacant Soul



    I'm killing the me
    that you claim to see
    I'm killing the me
    that wasn't meant to be

    all that I touch
    turns to dust
    never find love
    only lust

    spent all my life
    giving all that i am
    only to find out
    that i never became

    I've been who you want
    anything you feel
    when you decide you are done
    I cease to be real

    I never became
    I was never really born
    I'm a shell of a being
    that no one will mourn

    without a purpose
    without a role
    without a love
    without a soul
    I love this. I love poetry like this... Did you write this poem?
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    I have found that making poetry up in groups is very fun and interesting so....here goes...and this can be funny or whatever


    I stood across a looking glass
    And saw an image in my past....


    ok next
    I held it there quite sadly
    I knew it wouldn't last
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    Quote Originally Posted by sculptor View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    I have found that making poetry up in groups is very fun and interesting so....here goes...and this can be funny or whatever


    I stood across a looking glass
    And saw an image in my past....


    ok next
    I held it there quite sadly
    I knew it wouldn't last
    There is a vacancy in my stare
    Thinking back to gentler times
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    (an aside)
    One of my mother's admonitions was "It has neither rhyme nor reason"
    So, I learned at an early age the value of rhyme and meter

    "mom, I broke your mom's plate" would seem to make her sad.
    but
    "Mom, I broke your mother's platter
    I was half way out the door
    when i heard the darned thing clatter
    as it shattered
    on the floor"

    Tempered the melancholy of things lost
    and with a twinkle in her eye
    or was it a tear
    she would think about her mother with a sigh
    and tell me tales of yesteryear
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    babe
    I stood across a looking glass
    And saw an image in my past....

    sculptor
    I held it there quite sadly
    I knew it wouldn't last

    wegs
    There is a vacancy in my stare
    Thinking back to gentler times,

    schez
    Curled up in the porch swing
    as the wind caressed the chimes.
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    I have removed my poem because it is uniquely mine, uniquely me. but apparently for all my uniqueness, people still cannot see past my marriage to Neverfly and it is assumed we are the same person. While he isn't likely to be given credit for any of my posts, I don't want to take any chances. my posts are mine and his are his. I hope some day people will be able to recognize the harm in refusing to acknowledge people as anything other than extensions of their spouses.
    Last edited by seagypsy; November 27th, 2013 at 02:59 AM.
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    ''The Cowboy In Me" (Tim McGraw song)

    I don't know why I act the way I do
    Like I ain't got a single thing to lose
    Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy
    I guess that's just the cowboy in me

    I got a life that most would love to have
    But sometimes I still wake up fightin' mad
    At where this road I'm heading down might lead
    I guess that's just the cowboy in me

    The urge to run, the restlessness
    The heart of stone I sometimes get
    The things I've done for foolish pride
    The me that's never satisfied
    The face that's in the mirror when I don't like what I see
    I guess that's just the cowboy in me

    The urge to run, the restlessness
    The heart of stone I sometimes get
    The things I've done for foolish pride
    The me that's never satisfied
    The face that's in the mirror when I don't like what I see
    I guess that's just the cowboy in me

    Girl I know there's times you must have thought
    There ain't a line you've drawn I haven't crossed
    But you set your mind to see this love on through
    I guess that's just the cowboy in you

    We ride and never worry about the fall
    I guess that's just the cowboy in us all
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    Quote Originally Posted by Markus Hanke View Post
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    I recently had a book stolen...that had all of my poetry in it
    I guess you forgot to give it a tap with your wand and say "Mischief managed !"...
    I am not manageable!! *chuckle*
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    Quote Originally Posted by scheherazade View Post
    babe
    I stood across a looking glass
    And saw an image in my past....

    sculptor
    I held it there quite sadly
    I knew it wouldn't last

    wegs
    There is a vacancy in my stare
    Thinking back to gentler times,

    schez
    Curled up in the porch swing
    as the wind caressed the chimes.
    Watching the sunset
    With you on my mind
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    I don't know if this will be welcome or not but my other posts were a bit dark. Thought I'd throw some comedy in.

    Since songs are poems set to music I hope this counts.

    maybe nsfw.... it's a little dirty.
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    Lock eyes from across the room
    Down my drink while the rhythms boom
    Take your hand and skip the names
    No need here for the silly games

    Make our way through the smoke and crowd
    The club is the sky and I'm on your cloud
    Move in close as the lasers fly
    Our bodies touch and the angels cry

    Leave this place, go back to yours
    Our lips first touch outside your doors
    A whole night what we've got in store
    Whisper in my ear that you want some more

    And I jizz in my pants
    This really never happens, you can take my word
    I won't apologize, that's just absurd
    Mainly your fault for the way that you dance

    And now I jizz in my pants
    Don't tell your friends or I'll say you're a slut
    Plus it's your fault, you were rubbing my butt
    I'm very sensitive, some would say that's a plus
    Now I'll go home and change

    I need a few things from the grocery
    Do things alone now mostly
    Left me heart-broken, not lookin' for love
    Surprised in my eyes when I looked above

    The checkout counter and I saw a face
    My heart stood still, so did time and space
    Never thought that I could feel real again
    But the look in her eyes said, "I need a friend"

    She turned to me, that's when she said it
    Looked me dead in the face asked, "Cash or Credit?"

    And I jizzed in my pants
    It's perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me
    But we're going to need a clean-up on Aisle 3
    And now I'm posed in an awkward stance

    Because I jizzed in my pants
    To be fair you were flirting a lot
    Plus the way you bag cans got me bothered and hot
    Please stop acting like you're not impressed
    One more thing, I'm gonna pay by check

    Last week I saw a film
    As I recall it was a horror film
    Walked outside into the rain
    Checked my phone and saw you rang

    And I jizzed in my pants
    Speeding down the street when the red lights flash
    Need to get away, need to make a dash
    A song comes on that reminds me of you
    And I jizz in my pants

    The next day my alarm goes off
    And I jizz in my pants
    Open my window and a breeze rolls in
    And I jizz in my pants

    When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense
    I jizzed in my pants
    I just ate a grape
    And I jizzed in my pants
    I went to the, jizzed in my pants
    (Okay, seriously you guys, can we? Okay?)

    I jizz right in my pants every time you're next to me
    And when we're holding hands it's like having sex to me
    You say I'm premature, I just call it ecstasy
    I wear a rubber at all times, it's a necessity

    'Cause I jizz in my pants
    (I jizz, yes, I jizz in my pants)
    (Yes, I jizz in my pants, yes, I jizz in my pants)
    Yes, I jizz in my pants
    (I jizz, yes, I jizz in my pants)

    Read more: The Lonely Island - Jizz In My Pants Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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    Let me start off with a very old aphorism from my very old and dear father —

    As a rule, a man's a fool.
    When it's hot, he wants it cool.
    When it's cool, he wants it hot.
    Always wanting what is not.



    Continuing with a stanza from The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám translated by Edward FitzGerald —

    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
    Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
    Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
    Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.



    And finishing for now with the funny classic When Father Carves the Duck by Ernest Vincent Wright —

    We all look on with anxious eyes
    When father carves the duck,
    And mother almost always sighs
    When father carves the duck;
    Then all of us prepare to rise,
    And hold our bibs before our eyes,
    And be prepared for some surprise,
    When father carves the duck.

    He braces up and grabs a fork
    Whene’er he carves a duck,
    And won’t allow a soul to talk
    Until he’s carved the duck.
    The fork is jabbed into the sides,
    Across the breast the knife he slides,
    While every careful person hides
    From flying chips of duck.

    The platter’s always sure to slip
    When father carves a duck,
    And how it makes the dishes skip!
    Potatoes fly amuck!
    The squash and cabbage leap in space,
    We get some gravy in our face,
    And father mutters some foreign grace
    Whene’er he carves a duck.

    We then have learned to walk around
    The dining room and pluck
    From off the window-sills and walls
    Our share of father’s duck.
    While father growls and blows and jaws
    And swears the knife was full of flaws,
    And mother laughs at him because
    He couldn’t carve a duck.
    Grief is the price we pay for love. (CM Parkes) Our postillion has been struck by lightning. (Unknown) War is always the choice of the chosen who will not have to fight. (Bono) The years tell much what the days never knew. (RW Emerson) Reality is not always probable, or likely. (JL Borges)
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    Afternoon on a Hill

    I will be the gladdest thing
    Under the sun!
    I will touch a hundred flowers
    And not pick one.

    I will look at cliffs and clouds
    With quiet eyes,
    Watch the wind bow down the grass,
    And the grass rise.

    And when lights begin to show
    Up from the town,
    I will mark which must be mine,
    And then start down!


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    It's curious isn't it, the different emotions that can stir within us, when it comes to poetry? I like everyone's poems...albeit, for different reasons.
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    (I wrote these two haikus) Love leaves me aching
    For something I cannot have
    Love, why do you taunt?

    Leaves, bright green and red
    Remind me of you and love
    Falling to the ground
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    Summer love (by wegs)

    Sticky hot
    Steamy, and breathless
    Count the days 'til summer
    When I will be wet
    And glistening from sweat
    Writhing in glee, we will be wrapped up in love
    At least for a moment
    Or two
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    Does the moth court the flame
    Or does the flame court the moth?
    Enlightened, extinguished in the same instant.

    One that I wrote several years ago...
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    Love is apples
    Love is trees
    Love isn't allergies
    That make me sneeze.

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    A five-minute adventure —

    The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God
    J Milton Hayes (1884–1940)

    There’s a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
    There’s a little marble cross below the town;
    There’s a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
    And the Yellow God forever gazes down.

    He was known as “Mad Carew” by the subs at Khatmandu,
    He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell;
    But for all his foolish pranks, he was worshipped in the ranks,
    And the Colonel’s daughter smiled on him as well.

    He had loved her all along, with a passion of the strong,
    The fact that she loved him was plain to all.
    She was nearly twenty-one and arrangements had begun
    To celebrate her birthday with a ball.

    He wrote to ask what present she would like from Mad Carew;
    They met next day as he dismissed a squad;
    And jestingly she told him then that nothing else would do
    But the green eye of the little Yellow God.

    On the night before the dance, Mad Carew seemed in a trance,
    And they chaffed him as they puffed at their cigars:
    But for once he failed to smile, and he sat alone awhile,
    Then went out into the night beneath the stars.

    He returned before the dawn, with his shirt and tunic torn,
    And a gash across his temple dripping red;
    He was patched up right away, and he slept through all the day,
    And the Colonel’s daughter watched beside his bed.

    He woke at last and asked if they could send his tunic through;
    She brought it, and he thanked her with a nod;
    He bade her search the pocket saying “That’s from Mad Carew,”
    And she found the little green eye of the god.

    She upbraided poor Carew in the way that women do,
    Though both her eyes were strangely hot and wet;
    But she wouldn’t take the stone and Mad Carew was left alone
    With the jewel that he’d chanced his life to get.

    When the ball was at its height, on that still and tropic night,
    She thought of him and hurried to his room;
    As she crossed the barrack square she could hear the dreamy air
    Of a waltz tune softly stealing thro’ the gloom.

    His door was open wide, with silver moonlight shining through;
    The place was wet and slipp’ry where she trod;
    An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew,
    ‘Twas the “Vengeance of the Little Yellow God.”

    There’s a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
    There’s a little marble cross below the town;
    There’s a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
    And the Yellow God forever gazes down.
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    Just horsing around and came up with this. It's a bit of a cryptic look at a popular nursery rhyme's first line using a thesaurus/dictionary. Should be easy to figure out...

    Socket, outlet , plug connection
    Together with or in conjunction
    A young woman of an earlier era
    Made one's way
    Heavenward
    Emphasizing degree of
    Prominence


    If you need to know, answer found here
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    A little harder: Line in a famous poem, one of my favorites, especially around this time of year.

    To whom I am addressing
    Complacent-physiognomic
    Multitudes
    Accompanied by
    Awakening
    Visual perception


    Solution found here
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    I have removed my poem because it is uniquely mine, uniquely me. but apparently for all my uniqueness, people still cannot see past my marriage to Neverfly and it is assumed we are the same person. While he isn't likely to be given credit for any of my posts, I don't want to take any chances. my posts are mine and his are his. I hope some day people will be able to recognize the harm in refusing to acknowledge people as anything other than extensions of their spouses.
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    I hit my head against a door
    And opened up this funny bone
    It made a really funny smack
    Next time I hope it ain't my ass.
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    Quote Originally Posted by wegs View Post
    Hey Z, I like both of these.
    Maybe someone else has before me but I think I may have accidentally discovered a new form of poetry. Sure looks like poetry when you're finished. You can take any line from anywhere and just substitute the words with homonyms or phrases from a thesaurus or dictionary, meanings do not need to be the same as originally intended. Maybe I should get the idea patented. Get it into syndication.
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    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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    When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.
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    Quote Originally Posted by wegs View Post
    Hey Z, I like both of these.
    Maybe someone else has before me but I think I may have accidentally discovered a new form of poetry. Sure looks like poetry when you're finished. You can take any line from anywhere and just substitute the words with homonyms or phrases from a thesaurus or dictionary, meanings do not need to be the same as originally intended. Maybe I should get the idea patented. Get it into syndication.
    I'm going to give it a try, later. Yes, you might be onto something here...don't roll your eyes. It's not a shabby idea. ;=)
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    Quote Originally Posted by cosmictraveler View Post

    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!





    Rudyard Kipling
    Okay...I LOVE this...totally LOVE it. I'm going to print it, and put it somewhere where I can read it everyday...(I like it that much lol) Really 'speaks' to me...I saw you in the chatbox, cosmic...you are sending this to us from Greece...hope you are enjoying yourself, and have a safe rest of your trip!
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    A draft poem from my life in the spirit of cowboy poetry.


    Gill Netter
    Pony engine strains pulling treasures from the murk.
    Five man gill netter crew, 80 miles off shore we work.
    Aching cold hands pull cod from nets in a blur.
    Phillip, dumb as a gull, flashes a toothy grin.
    The captain hollers “queer one” as wave crashes aft.
    Held breaths, eyes fixed to stern two men’s shapes hold fast in the white.
    “Back to it men,” captain Ron says.
    He turns the wheel, the diesel growls as next wave rushes past.
    Ron’s a hard man, four kids, rocky divorce and never ending boat payments to make.
    Jays a good man, dreams of bowlines and sheep shanks--but a drinker and smoker to.
    Mark, young like me, sober and calm with plans for a boat of his own.

    Which could I become?

    It’s a good crew at getting fish, fair weather or foul
    Filling boat from stem to stern till sides rails are awash.
    We try not to notice the cod are sort of small
    For three hundred years the cod have always been
    Fishcrats must be wrong, surely it all can’t end

    The last net stacked high to stern
    Four men below sleep near the diesels roar
    I'm on deck tonight LORAN guiding us to shore

    Is this the life for me? Or is there more?
    --
    I decided to leave that life; some of you regulars know where I’ve been. The New England cod industry collapsed two years later from overfishing. Jay perishing the next winter on another boat holed after running into a floating log at full speed. Ron converted his boat to dragging flounder until he crippled his back falling on an icy deck. Phillip runs a car dealership. Mark got his own boat and now pampers tourist whale watchers.
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    scheh -- I love what you posted, there...I'm so moved by the poetry that you've chosen for this thread...things I may never have read on my own, without you posting them. @ Lynx...we are grateful you chose to share your work. It's a very private thing, when we write a piece of poetry. It expresses a depth that we don't often travel to, so thank you kindly for trusting us with it.
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    Quote Originally Posted by shlunka View Post
    All attempts to upload an image of my idyllic face have failed.
    Perhaps you should PM MacGyver and request a tutorial on 'the dark arts' as I, and no doubt others as well, would be delighted to peruse your visage once you master the intricacies of posting images.
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    Quote Originally Posted by scheherazade View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by shlunka View Post
    All attempts to upload an image of my idyllic face have failed.
    Perhaps you should PM MacGyver and request a tutorial on 'the dark arts' as I, and no doubt others as well, would be delighted to peruse your visage once you master the intricacies of posting images.
    1 do something weird with your hair
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    I think those dark arts... will start something like this...
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    Make sure you read the entire thing......any a musician will understand

    A Night With My Lady

    © Jared M. Stein

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    I run one hand up her long neck
    Just touching her makes me euphoric
    Across her body, my right hand goes
    I've been practicing, believe me, it shows.

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    Another deep breath, the tension mounts
    Have to stay focused, every moment counts
    I am ready lets get movin'
    Here it goes, we both start groovin'.

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    I start out slow to get in the swing
    As I do she starts to sing
    The sounds and feelings grow more immense
    The movements, become more intense.

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    She screams and screams, while I am gropin'
    My heart stops as I see the door open
    My mom walks in and with a frown
    Says, Your guitar is too loud, please turn it down.
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    kay...I LOVE this...totally LOVE it. I'm going to print it, and put it somewhere where I can read it everyday...(I like it that much lol) Really 'speaks' to me...I saw you in the chatbox, cosmic...you are sending this to us from Greece...hope you are enjoying yourself, and have a safe rest of your trip!
    I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I have for over 50 years now.
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    Make sure you read the entire thing......any a musician will understand

    A Night With My Lady

    © Jared M. Stein

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    I run one hand up her long neck
    Just touching her makes me euphoric
    Across her body, my right hand goes
    I've been practicing, believe me, it shows.

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    Another deep breath, the tension mounts
    Have to stay focused, every moment counts
    I am ready lets get movin'
    Here it goes, we both start groovin'.

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    I start out slow to get in the swing
    As I do she starts to sing
    The sounds and feelings grow more immense
    The movements, become more intense.

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    She screams and screams, while I am gropin'
    My heart stops as I see the door open
    My mom walks in and with a frown
    Says, Your guitar is too loud, please turn it down.
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    Pet Port A Potty

    © Kathy J Parenteau
    I took a walk in the city today
    to try to pass the time away.
    Saw lots of people walking too
    stepped right in a pile of doggy doo.
    I thought for a moment just what could be done
    to clean up the streets of doggie dung.
    Maybe I'll invent something really super
    even finer than a pooper scooper.
    A port a potty for our four legged friends
    on every street corner where every road bends.
    Then I'll become famous for this awesome invention
    at the monthly town meetings my name will be mentioned.
    They'll throw a big party and dance in the streets
    because never again will there be poop on our feet!
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    It is Armistice today, so here is a WWI poem:


    In Flanders Fields:

    In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders Fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If you break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders Fields

    John McCrae (1915)
    "The only safe rule is to dispute only with those of your acquaintance of whom you know that they possess sufficient intelligence and self-respect not to advance absurdities; to appeal to reason and not to authority, and to listen to reason and yield to it; and, finally, to be willing to accept reason even from an opponent, and to be just enough to bear being proved to be in the wrong."

    ~ Arthur Schopenhauer, The Art of Being Right: 38 Ways to Win an Argument (1831), Stratagem XXXVIII.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Cogito Ergo Sum View Post
    It is Armistice today, so here is a WWI poem:


    In Flanders Fields:

    In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

    Between the crosses, row on row,
    That mark our place; and in the sky
    The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard amid the guns below.

    We are the Dead. Short days ago
    We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
    Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
    In Flanders Fields.

    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
    To you from failing hands we throw
    The torch; be yours to hold it high.
    If you break faith with us who die
    We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
    In Flanders Fields

    John McCrae (1915)
    You made me cry. It's lovely
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    One rainy day on my way home from school,
    I found a big worm and thought it was cool.

    I picked up the worm with my bare hand,
    held it up high thinking how grand!

    The worm was so cute and wiggled a lot,
    I put him in my pocket to show Mom what I'd caught.

    What will she say when I show her my find?
    Will she let me keep it? I hope she won't mind.

    Mom was in the kitchen when I showed her what I'd found.
    She screamed, "No, way! Put it back in the ground!"

    Now I'm so angry, she always says "No",
    If she won't let me keep it, then I will just go!

    So me and my worm packed a sandwich or two,
    ran out the door and down the street we both flew.

    We walked to the park and sat on a bench,
    I pulled out my worm and noticed a stench.

    He looked kind of floppy, but wiggled a bit,
    I thought, "Oh my Gosh, my worm is not fit!"

    I laid him in the dirt and let him go free.
    I guess that my pocket was not the best place to be.
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    My horse is there in front of me
    Clip-cloppin' down the road.
    He stops and flips his tail straight up
    And drops another load.

    My cows dump in the meadow,
    My chickens foul their coop,
    And flies are buzzin' 'round and 'round
    Eatin' all that poop.

    The sheep are out there bleatin'...
    I gotta' get a grip!
    The stupid things are standin'
    Knee-deep in their dip!

    I swear on this here farm
    There's every barnyard species,
    And each and every one of them
    Is makin' tons of feces.

    I'm tired of smellin' livestock.
    I'd like to take a nap.
    But I can't sleep 'cause I dream of
    Hogs wallowin' in their crap.

    Now my wife is in the kitchen
    Cookin' soup du jour,
    But nothin' smells real good to me;
    I'm surrounded by manure.
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    Here's another one for you wegs: First line of a well known poem

    At one time
    More formally on
    Referring to someone or something
    The Witching Hour
    Unstimulating
    Period of time
    Symbolically current
    Deliberated about
    The indecisive
    As well as
    The exhausted

    Answer
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    Quote Originally Posted by zinjanthropos View Post
    Here's another one for you wegs: First line of a well known poemAt one timeMore formally onReferring to someone or somethingThe Witching HourUnstimulatingPeriod of timeSymbolically currentDeliberated aboutThe indecisiveAs well asThe exhaustedAnswer
    Why, thank you. Someone is becoming a poet, hmmm? I like your use of The abstract. :-)
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    I like your use of The abstract. :-)
    It's more like The subtract.
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    Mary And The Mouse


    It started all so sweetly, Mary and the mouse
    It took a while to realize she had company in the house
    And Tess, she didn't worry
    She didn't even care
    When Mickey shared her dinner
    She never turned a hair

    But then he got quite cheeky
    And some would say too brave
    The noise that mouse was making
    Was like a rodent rave
    He left no signs of presence
    Not even one small crap
    But Mary knew the time was nigh
    She'd have to get a trap

    She got ones that would snap shut
    She got some that were sticky
    But which of these would do the trick
    And put an end to Mickey?
    She laced the traps with biscuits
    And then she tried some cheese
    That mouse was having none of it
    He was a little tease

    One day she thought she'd got him
    Those traps they never fail
    But Mary soon found out that Mickey
    Only lost his tail
    He's moved into the bathroom
    That mouse sure is no dope
    He knows if he gets peckish
    He can nibble on the soap

    The story's far from over
    The war has just begun
    'cos Mary just will not give up
    Until this battle's won
    She's calling in the experts
    To come and do their best
    As nothing else has helped her
    To get rid of this pest

    And if when she returns from Oz
    Mickeys eyes they do not bat
    There's only one more thing to do
    She'll have to get a cat!
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    Death:

    If I should die before the rest of you,
    Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone.
    Nor, when I'm gone, speak in a Sunday voice,
    But be the usual selves that I have known.

    Weep if you must,
    Parting is hell.
    But life goes on,
    So sing as well.

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    Childhood living is easy to do
    The things that you wanted, I bought them for you
    Graceless lady, you know who I am
    You know I can't let you slide through my hands

    Wild horses couldn't drag me away
    Wild horses couldn't drag me away...

    I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain
    And now you've decided to show me the same
    No sweeping exits or offstage lines
    Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

    Wild horses couldn't drag me away
    Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away...

    Faith has been broken and tears must be cried
    Let's do some living after we die

    Wild horses couldn't drag me away
    Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away...

    Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday
    Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday (originally a song by the Rolling Stones, but I like The Sundays' version, bett-ah)
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    Have you heard Susan Boyle's version of Wild Horses? Truly magnificent, in my opinion, and lovely horse images in this particular video.

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    Quote Originally Posted by wegs View Post
    Childhood living is easy to do
    The things that you wanted, I bought them for you
    Graceless lady, you know who I am
    You know I can't let you slide through my hands

    Wild horses couldn't drag me away
    Wild horses couldn't drag me away...

    I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain
    And now you've decided to show me the same
    No sweeping exits or offstage lines
    Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

    Wild horses couldn't drag me away
    Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away...

    Faith has been broken and tears must be cried
    Let's do some living after we die

    Wild horses couldn't drag me away
    Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away...

    Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday
    Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday (originally a song by the Rolling Stones, but I like The Sundays' version, bett-ah)
    That was a beautiful choice of song. I suppose it was about horses in some fashion. Happy Birthday scheherazade We have all benefited from your wisdom over the years.
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    Here are the lyrics and the performance of another introspective song.

    I've Never Been To Me by Charlene


    Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
    You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
    I've no doubt you dream about the things you never do
    But I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna talk to you...

    Ooh I've been to Georgia and California, and, anywhere I could run
    Took the hand of a preacherman and we made love in the sun
    But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
    I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me.

    Please lady, please, lady, don't just walk away
    'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
    I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
    Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies.

    Oh I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
    Where I sipped champagne on a yacht
    I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
    I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
    That a woman ain't s'posed to see
    I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me.

    Hey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie
    A fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be
    But you know what truth is?
    It's that little baby you're holding, and it's that man you fought with this morning
    The same one you're going to make love with tonight. That's truth, that's love...

    Sometimes I've been to cryin' for unborn children
    That might have made me complete
    But I, I took the sweet life and never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
    I spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that cost too much to be free
    Hey lady, I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me.
    I've been to paradise - never been to me.

    (I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
    I've been to paradise - never been to me
    (I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
    While I sipped champagne on a yacht)
    I've been to paradise - never been to me
    (I've been to cryin' for unborn children )
    (Fade)

    Songwriters
    Hirsch, Kenneth W / Miller, Ronald N.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Robittybob1 View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by wegs View Post
    Childhood living is easy to do
    The things that you wanted, I bought them for you
    Graceless lady, you know who I am
    You know I can't let you slide through my hands

    Wild horses couldn't drag me away
    Wild horses couldn't drag me away...

    I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain
    And now you've decided to show me the same
    No sweeping exits or offstage lines
    Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

    Wild horses couldn't drag me away
    Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away...

    Faith has been broken and tears must be cried
    Let's do some living after we die

    Wild horses couldn't drag me away
    Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away...

    Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday
    Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday (originally a song by the Rolling Stones, but I like The Sundays' version, bett-ah)
    That was a beautiful choice of song. I suppose it was about horses in some fashion. Happy Birthday scheherazade We have all benefited from your wisdom over the years.
    thank you and agree

    Quote Originally Posted by scheherazade View Post
    Here are the lyrics and the performance of another introspective song.

    I've Never Been To Me by Charlene
    Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life
    You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
    I've no doubt you dream about the things you never do
    But I wish someone had a talk to me like I wanna talk to you...

    Ooh I've been to Georgia and California, and, anywhere I could run
    Took the hand of a preacherman and we made love in the sun
    But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
    I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me.

    Please lady, please, lady, don't just walk away
    'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
    I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
    Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lies.

    Oh I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
    Where I sipped champagne on a yacht
    I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
    I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
    That a woman ain't s'posed to see
    I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me.

    Hey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie
    A fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be
    But you know what truth is?
    It's that little baby you're holding, and it's that man you fought with this morning
    The same one you're going to make love with tonight. That's truth, that's love...

    Sometimes I've been to cryin' for unborn children
    That might have made me complete
    But I, I took the sweet life and never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
    I spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that cost too much to be free
    Hey lady, I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me.
    I've been to paradise - never been to me.

    (I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
    I've been to paradise - never been to me
    (I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece
    While I sipped champagne on a yacht)
    I've been to paradise - never been to me
    (I've been to cryin' for unborn children )
    (Fade)

    Songwriters
    Hirsch, Kenneth W / Miller, Ronald N.

    That is a very moving song, and yes, I've heard Wild Horses by Susan Boyle. That song is supposedly about how when The Rolling Stones were traveling on the road a lot (touring, etc) they longed to be...where they couldn't always be. Guess a rock star's life can be tough, at times. Happy Birthday, again!
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    I wrote this many years ago. I found it looking through some old files yesterday. I remember what inspired me, it was a kid who had gone missing from the neighbourhood. Anyways, it exposes my little known cultured side. Please feel free to critique, I don't do this every day.

    I am neither here nor there
    I am somewhere in between
    There is no recollection
    For a childhood lost

    I breathe yet I cannot feel
    I gaze upon oblivion
    There are only shadows
    For a memory stolen

    I am too tired to rest
    I am still but not asleep
    There is no death
    For a life forgotten
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    Z, I think you have some raw talent that if nurtured, who knows what you might produce? Needless to say, I enjoyed reading your poem. Thank you for sharing. I always feel when one shares a poem, especially one in which he/she has personally composed, it stirs a vulnerability in us all.
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    The Kiss

    I hoped that he would love me,
    And he has kissed my mouth,
    But I am like a stricken bird
    That cannot reach the southg.

    For though I know he loves me,
    Tonight my heart is sad:
    His kiss was not so wonderful
    As all the dreams I had.
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    Perserverance;

    In days of old
    When knights were bold
    And Butterflies were not invented
    The world was cold
    And long was their road
    But they were all contented
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    You bound strong sandals on my feet,
    You gave me bread and wine,
    And sent me under sun and stars,
    For all the world was mine.

    Oh, take the sandals off my feet,
    You know not what you do:
    For all my world is in your arms
    My sun and stars are you.
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    You bound strong sandals on my feet,
    You gave me bread and wine,
    And sent me under sun and stars,
    For all the world was mine.

    Oh, take the sandals off my feet,
    You know not what you do:
    For all my world is in your arms
    My sun and stars are you.
    Did you write this Babe? What do you mean by the poem?
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    Girls and poetry Jees. My interpritation of it looks something like this. She was taken for a walk through the heavens during which she was given the world and she is back down to earth now. Jees.
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    If left only to interpritation, it could be thought of as she was flipped up and around, like judo or something.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Robittybob1 View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    You bound strong sandals on my feet,
    You gave me bread and wine,
    And sent me under sun and stars,
    For all the world was mine.

    Oh, take the sandals off my feet,
    You know not what you do:
    For all my world is in your arms
    My sun and stars are you.
    Did you write this Babe? What do you mean by the poem?
    Sara Teasdale did....I have a book of her poetry from when I was a kid. This is one that always touched my "soul". I am very sensitive and very very passionate. Comes with who I am. .....this speaks to me.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Hill Billy Holmes View Post
    If left only to interpritation, it could be thought of as she was flipped up and around, like judo or something.
    Your inability to understand poetry has been noted. *S*
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    Poem challenge...can you find a Thanksgiving poem online, and post it here that does NOT have God in it? lol I couldn't find one. Not that there is a thing wrong with thanking God, if you believe in God. But, suppose a person doesn't believe in God? I admit, I didn't dig all that deeply, but of the five websites displaying Thanksgiving 'poems,' none had any that offered a strictly secular message.
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    Lakeshore

    The lake is sharp along the shore
    Trimming the bevelled edge of land
    To level curves; the fretted sands
    Go slanting down through liquid air
    Till stones below shift here and there
    Floating upon their broken sky
    All netted by the prism wave
    And rippled where the currents are.

    I stare through windows at this cave
    Where fish, like planes, slow-motioned, fly.
    Poised in a still of gravity
    The narrow minnow, flicking fin, hangs in a paler, ochre sun,
    His doorways open everywhere.

    And I am a tall frond that waves
    Its head below its rooted feet
    Seeking the light that draws it down
    To forest floors beyond its reach
    Vivid with gloom and eerie dreams.

    The water's deepest colonnades
    Contract the blood, and to this home
    That stirs the dark amphibian
    With me the naked swimmers come
    Drawn to their prehistoric womb.

    They too are liquid as they fall
    Like tumbled water loosed above
    Until they lie, diagonal,
    Within the cool and sheltered grove
    Stroked by the fingertips of love.

    Silent, our sport is drowned in fact
    Too virginal for speech or sound
    And each is personal and laned
    Along his private aqueduct.

    Too soon the tether of the lungs
    Is taut and straining, and we rise
    Upon our undeveloped wings
    Toward the prison of our ground
    A secret anguish in our thighs
    And mermaids in our memories.

    This is our talent, to have grown
    Upright in posture, false-erect,
    A landed gentry, circumspect,
    Tied to a horizontal soil
    The floor and ceiling of the soul;
    Striving, with cold and fishy care
    To make an ocean of the air.

    Sometimes, upon a crowded street,
    I feel the sudden rain come down
    And in the old, magnetic sound
    I hear the opening of a gate
    That loosens all the seven seas.
    Watching the whole creation drown
    I muse, alone, on Ararat.

    - F.R. Scott
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    Quote Originally Posted by wegs View Post
    Poem challenge...can you find a Thanksgiving poem online, and post it here that does NOT have God in it? lol I couldn't find one. Not that there is a thing wrong with thanking God, if you believe in God. But, suppose a person doesn't believe in God? I admit, I didn't dig all that deeply, but of the five websites displaying Thanksgiving 'poems,' none had any that offered a strictly secular message.
    No problem. Type into your search 'Turkey poems, Thanksgiving.'

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    One more for wegs, this one with more 'thanks'.

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    haha, hooray! Thank you, scheh! I need to come up with a prize.
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    Quote Originally Posted by wegs View Post
    haha, hooray! Thank you, scheh! I need to come up with a prize.
    Wegs, dear, I AM a prize, depending on who you ask. (Buffs nails against her sweater and reaches for a sip of rhubarb wine...)
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    oops...wrong key hit by mistake...more later
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    Quote Originally Posted by scheherazade View Post
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    haha, hooray! Thank you, scheh! I need to come up with a prize.
    Wegs, dear, I AM a prize, depending on who you ask. (Buffs nails against her sweater and reaches for a sip of rhubarb wine...)
    This is true. I agree. There's a poem in there...about rhubarb wine, I can taste it. (no pun)

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    oops...wrong key hit by mistake...more later
    we will wait, aching with anticipation. (not really) lol
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    My poetic licence was about to expire when I suddenly came up with this. I wrote it within the last 30 minutes. I think I'll dedicate it to Hawaii and Babe. Who knows, she may think it's about her. Sorry Babe, you won't know.

    Sultry siren of the Pacific
    Voluptuous vixen
    Tantalizing and seductive
    Ply your willful subterfuge

    Fiery scarlet tresses
    Betray the subtle furtive glance
    Tormenting and beguiling
    Ever yearning and desirous

    Take heed young varlet
    Lest you be so venturesome
    Beware the vulcan archipelago
    She awaits ever graceful and elegant
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    Quote Originally Posted by zinjanthropos View Post
    My poetic licence was about to expire when I suddenly came up with this. I wrote it within the last 30 minutes. I think I'll dedicate it to Hawaii and Babe. Who knows, she may think it's about her. Sorry Babe, you won't know.
    You must have the heavy duty licence
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    “In youth, it was a way I had,
    To do my best to please.
    And change, with every passing lad
    To suit his theories.

    But now I know the things I know
    And do the things I do,
    And if you do not like me so,
    To hell, my love, with you.”
    Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker
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    Quote Originally Posted by zinjanthropos View Post
    My poetic licence was about to expire when I suddenly came up with this. I wrote it within the last 30 minutes. I think I'll dedicate it to Hawaii and Babe. Who knows, she may think it's about her. Sorry Babe, you won't know.

    Sultry siren of the Pacific
    Voluptuous vixen
    Tantalizing and seductive
    Ply your willful subterfuge

    Fiery scarlet tresses
    Betray the subtle furtive glance
    Tormenting and beguiling
    Ever yearning and desirous

    Take heed young varlet
    Lest you be so venturesome
    Beware the vulcan archipelago
    She awaits ever graceful and elegant
    You weren't supposed to tell them we had hot monkey sex!! Sheesh!!!!
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