Solomon1   10 #1 Posted November 19, 2009 afternoon all  this thread is about the poems that speak to you somehow....  so...post a poem!  and then why you like it  have fun  Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Solomon1   10 #2 Posted November 19, 2009 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Solomon1 Â Â 10 #3 Posted November 19, 2009 i like this poem because i've always liked the word 'wee' and the poem's bloody funny Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
pattricia   560 #4 Posted November 19, 2009 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 ? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Solomon1 Â Â 10 #5 Posted November 19, 2009 Ok, I know its a Limerick so what? Â limericks are welcome babe Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Guest sibon   #6 Posted November 19, 2009 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
linnet52 Â Â 10 #7 Posted November 19, 2009 This somehow speaks to me :Â 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. Â Â Â Ok, I know its a Limerick so what ? Â :hihi::hihi: Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Guest   #8 Posted November 19, 2009 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Berlin   10 #9 Posted November 19, 2009 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Berlin   10 #10 Posted November 19, 2009 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. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Solomon1   10 #11 Posted November 20, 2009 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  he speaks da troof Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Solomon1   10 #12 Posted November 20, 2009 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...