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Darran Posted Thu 02 Aug, 2007 4:15 PM |
| Plus my pen has run out. |
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nats Posted Thu 02 Aug, 2007 4:17 PM |
Darran wrote: Plus my pen has run out.
oh well... thats sad, but happens ;) |
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Darran Posted Thu 02 Aug, 2007 4:22 PM |
Wow freaky, I'm top of page 2 and page 3.
Maybe a poem is due.
At The Top
Two Pages In A Row
Quite Bizzarre I'll Have You Know
Maybe It's Chance Or Just Pure Luck
Either Way I Don't Give a Fiddle. |
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californiagirl Posted Thu 02 Aug, 2007 4:24 PM |
I don't know if it's my favorite, but I love this poem by W.H. Auden. It's so damn depressing, I LOVE IT! There's a great scene in Four Weddings and a Funeral where one of the characters reads it.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good. |
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alyrtle Posted Thu 02 Aug, 2007 7:15 PM |
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html |
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AbsolutPurple Posted Fri 03 Aug, 2007 3:39 PM |
Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
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Sanne (nl) Posted Fri 03 Aug, 2007 8:44 PM |
[quote="AbsolutPurple"] Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's too late tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one but we're not the same
We get to carry each other, carry each other
One
And beautifull it is:) |
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Joana Posted Sat 04 Aug, 2007 11:56 AM |
"The Tobacconist" from the portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa
Here is a little part translated to english...
"I am nothing.
I shall always be nothing.
I can only want to be nothing.
Apart from this, I have in me all the dreams in the world
(...)
Have dreamt more than Napoleon achieved.
I have clasped to my hypothetical heart more humanities than Christ,
I have in secret fashioned philosophies that no Kant ever wrote. But I am, and perhaps for ever will be, the one who belongs in a garret,
Even though I live elsewhere;
I'll always be the one who wasn't born for that;
I'll always be the one who was gifted;
I'll always be the one who waited for someone to open the door in a wall wher
And who sang the song of infinity in a chicken coop,
And heard the voice of God in a blocked-up well.
Believe in myself? No, nor in anything else"
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Scottish Dubliner Posted Sat 04 Aug, 2007 12:08 PM |
Fareweel to a' oor Scottish fame
Fareweel oor ancient glory
Fareweel even tae oor Scottish name
Sae famed in martial story
Noo Sark runs o'er the Solway sands
Tweed runs tae the ocean
Tae mark where England's province stands
Such a parcel o' rogues in a nation
What force or guile could not subdue
Through many wor-like ages
Is rocked now by the coward few
For hireling traitor's wages
The English steel we could disdain
Secure in valour's station
But English gold has been oor bane
Such a parcel o' rogues in a nation
O would or I had seen the day
That treason thus would sell us
My old grey heid had lain in clay
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace
But pith and power till my last hour
I'll mak' this declaration
We are bought and sold for English gold
Such a parcel o' rogues in a nation
[ Written by Robert Burns as a protest against the Act of Union, 1707, which joined the parliaments of England and Scotland. Although initially against the Act, the Scottish parliament soon agreed when offered a large pension each by the English government. The people had no say, and thus were 'bought and sold for English gold'. We are still paying the price. ]
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Scottish Dubliner Posted Thu 10 Jul, 2008 9:43 PM |
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
Dubz |
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Lemon Grinner Posted Thu 10 Jul, 2008 9:59 PM |
californiagirl wrote: I don't know if it's my favorite, but I love this poem by W.H. Auden. It's so damn depressing, I LOVE IT! There's a great scene in Four Weddings and a Funeral where one of the characters reads it.
John Hannahhhhhhh, goooddddddddd I wanna marry him.
I can't contribute owt else to this thread, just my undying love for John Hannah, and anyone who may look like John Hannah i.e. Aidan Gillen. You know when someone is just so fucking gorgeous you can't do anything else but gawp at em. Mmmmmm. |
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megg_inc Posted Thu 10 Jul, 2008 10:09 PM |
may i feel said he
may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)
may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she
but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
/ee cummings/ |
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lilly Posted Thu 10 Jul, 2008 10:13 PM |
| I just saw this thread and wanted to post my fav poem ("stopping by woods on a snowy evening" by robert frost), when I realised I did just that one year ago (on page 1) ;D |
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goosey_84 Posted Thu 10 Jul, 2008 10:30 PM |
i carry your heart with me by EE Cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
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lilly Posted Thu 10 Jul, 2008 10:34 PM |
goosey_84 wrote: i carry your heart with me by EE Cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
aaaaaw, I like that one, too! |
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