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afternoon all :D

 

this thread is about the poems that speak to you somehow....

 

so...post a poem!

 

and then why you like it

 

have fun

 

:D

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The Voyeur

 

whats your favourite word dearie

is it wee

i hope its wee

wee's such a nice wee word

like a wee hairy dog

with two wee eyes

such a nice wee word to play with dearie

you can say it quickly

with a wee smile

and a wee glance to the side

or you can say it slowly dearie

with your mouth a wee bit open

and a wee sigh dearie

a wee sigh

put your wee head on my shoulder dearie

oh my

a great wee word

and scottish

it makes you proud

 

Tom Leonard

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i like this poem because i've always liked the word 'wee' and the poem's bloody funny :hihi:

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This somehow speaks to me :

 

There was a young harlot named Bunny,

Whos kisses were sweeter than honey,

Her callers galore,

Would line up at her door,

To take turns in paying her money.

 

 

 

Ok, I know its a Limerick so what ? :roll:

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Ok, I know its a Limerick so what?

 

:hihi: limericks are welcome babe :D

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This is Smothering Sunday, by John Hegley. I like it because it is sarcastic. I particularly like the last line.

 

To a wonderful mother

with wrinkly skin,

this card was concocted

by one of your kin.

I hope that you like it

it's specially for you,

I've sprinkled some glitter

on top of some glue.

I don't like the bought ones

I thought you should know,

they're too superficial

and two quid a throw

some of them.

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This somehow speaks to me :

 

There was a young harlot named Bunny,

Whos kisses were sweeter than honey,

Her callers galore,

Would line up at her door,

To take turns in paying her money.

 

 

 

Ok, I know its a Limerick so what ? :roll:

 

:hihi::hihi::hihi::hihi:

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From Larkin's This be the Verse:

 

Man hands on misery to man.

It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can,

And don't have any kids yourself.

 

 

I like its joyous optimism, obviously.

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From "The Stolen Child" by W.B. Yeats -

 

Where the wandering water gushes

From the hills above Glencar,

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star,

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

 

 

My son's ashes are scattered at Glencar Waterfall, about 10 miles from here.

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From Larkin's This be the Verse:

 

Man hands on misery to man.

It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can,

And don't have any kids yourself.

 

 

I like its joyous optimism, obviously.

 

 

I Love Larkin;

 

 

They ***** you up, your mum and dad.

They may not mean to, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

And add some extra, just for you.

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I Love Larkin;

 

 

They ***** you up, your mum and dad.

They may not mean to, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

And add some extra, just for you.

 

me too berlin :D

 

he speaks da troof :nod:

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A Few Hours Ago

 

a few hours ago, hot and

tired, i was surrounded by the

jargon of business, myself

a part of it.

now near the middle of the night, i am sitting by

an open window.

everything is still and the soft

night air is cool.

the sky seems very near, and

the stars lie over the heavens

stretching on and on.

the moon is passing in and out

of the clouds, making a

shadow-chequered day of the

night, and breaking the sky

with shafts of gold.

all silent, the universe is doing

its work - beautiful,

mysterious, religious!

what was all the jargon about

a few hours ago?

 

Max Ehrmann

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