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Favourite Poems
barlickbabe
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barlickbabe Posted Fri 06 Mar, 2009 8:04 PM Quote
I don't really know that much about poetry , I am not an intellectual type who did literature at A-level but I do like poems although I don't always understand what the deep meaning of them is. I just heard about this poet Ted Hughes , they were talking about him on tv and I googled him and found this poem I really like.Have you got a favourite poem?

Work and Play


The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer,
A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage,
A whiplash swimmer, a fish of the air.
But the serpent of cars that crawlsthroug the dust
In shimmering exhaust
Searching to slake
Its fever in ocean
Will play and be idle or else it will bust.

The swallow of summer, the barbed harpoon,
She flings from the furnace, a rainbow of purples,
Dips her glow in the pond and is perfect.
But the serpent of cars that collapsed on the beach
Disgorges its organs
A scamper of colours
Which roll like tomatoes
Nude as tomatoes
With sand in their creases
To cringe in the sparkle of rollers and screech.

The swallow of summer, the seamstress of summer,
She scissors the blue into shapes and she sews it,
She draws a long thread and she knots it at the corners.
But the holiday people
Are laid out like wounded
Flat as in ovens
Roasting and basting
With faces of torment as space burns them blue
Their heads are transistors
Their teeth grit on sand grains
Their lost kids are squalling
While man-eating flies
Jab electric shock needles but what can they do?

They can climb in their cars with raw bodies, raw faces
And start up the serpent
And headache it homeward
A car full of squabbles
And sobbing and stickiness
With sand in their crannies
Inhaling petroleum
That pours from the foxgloves
While the evening swallow
The swallow of summer, cartwheeling through crimson,
Touches the honey-slow river and turning
Returns to the hand stretched from under the eaves -
A boomerang of rejoicing shadow.

Ted Hughes


 
Re: Favourite Poems
Scottish Dubliner
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Scottish Dubliner Posted Fri 06 Mar, 2009 8:21 PM Quote

Anything by Robert Burns

or...

On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go Bong!
and the monkeys all say BOO!
There's a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the mice go Clang
And you just can't catch 'em when they do!
So its Ning Nang Nong
Cows go Bong!
Nong Nang Ning
Trees go ping
Nong Ning Nang
The mice go Clang
What a noisy place to belong
is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong

Spike Milligan


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Re: Favourite Poems
Scottish Dubliner
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Scottish Dubliner Posted Sun 06 Nov, 2011 4:23 AM Quote
This is a poem spoken to the sound of pipes (Uileann or Bag I'm not sure which) by the late great Ronnie Drew (very distinctive voice) of the Dubliners (Google The Irish Rover). It was done by Jah Wobble formally of Public Image Limited which was Johnny Rotten's band after the Sex Pistols. Both PIL and Jah Wobble are worth listening to, check out Public Image, Rise, Disappointed, Don't Ask Me by the former and Becoming More Like God & Visions of You by the latter.

I like the way that it is structured, it rhymes pretty much all the way through and you even become comfortable with the rhyme then the last verse breaks the self impossed rules and catches the listener out. there is probably a poetry term for it but I just like it anyway.

The Dunes


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Re: Favourite Poems
Peewee
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Peewee Posted Sun 06 Nov, 2011 9:55 PM Quote
Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?


See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1803-1822)

(I LOVE this.....)

Phenomenal Woman


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.


Maya Angelou






 
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