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  • MikM Away
    MikM Away
    Mik
    wrote on last edited by
    #51

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    “I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill

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    • Catseye3C Offline
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      Catseye3
      wrote on last edited by
      #52

      'When You Are Old' (1892) by W.B.Yeats

      When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

      And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

      And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

      Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

      How many loved your moments of glad grace,

      And loved your beauty with love false or true,

      But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

      And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

      And bending down beside the glowing bars,

      Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

      And paced upon the mountains overhead

      And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

      Success is measured by your discipline and inner peace. – Mike Ditka

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      • Aqua LetiferA Offline
        Aqua LetiferA Offline
        Aqua Letifer
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        #53

        It's World Poetry Day, so here you go.

        I wrote this about 11 years ago, give or take.

        (For those interested, instead of iambic pentameter or some other form we borrowed from the Greeks, this was written in fornyrðislag, a pretty common alliterative verse form in medieval Iceland and Anglo-Saxon areas. It's good for long narratives.)

        Contemplate carefully your curious eyes:
        Your world-windows and wondrous informers
        For our forebears, foregone by eras,
        Scores of secrets their sight could tell:
        Where to find water, when the stars
        Brought beasts beyond the plains,
        The time of tides.

        This talent evolved
        As with our ancestors, answering questions
        Broader, more bold; we're able by sight
        To compare, discover, equate and to judge.
        We discern by sight—we see and believe.

        Are we bounded by the blessings of broader sight?
        We've clever inventions, devices to cast
        Ourselves into stars, inside each atom;
        We've mapped the material, mastered its puzzles.
        But still we sit through each second's passing:
        Powerless against perpetual Present, we remain
        Interned by time.

        We've turned in the past
        To soothsayers and sages to scry our fortunes,
        With vague visions and evasive hereafters
        Granting but glimpses of the games Fates played,
        Their schemes still concealed.

        Now consider our Future:
        Devoid of diviners, prevailing by reason,
        We swap sages for science, trade
        Mysticism for method. Must our vision
        Still be restricted, stuck in the Now?
        Can our complex, accomplished technology
        Award us the wisdom once reserved
        For Fates and far-seers? What fears await us
        When science assumes Second Sight?

        Please love yourself.

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        • JollyJ Offline
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          Jolly
          wrote on last edited by
          #54

          An original 5-minute doggerel knock together...

          In an obscure corner of the net
          Resided the battling bastards
          Screeching, arguing, but yet
          Sometimes they quit flinging words

          Strangely, they really did care
          What happened to one and all
          Trampling the growing tares,
          To lay down their mace and ball

          Fare thee well, my electronic friend
          I wish you no lasting sorrow
          And that you be made whole again
          That I may kick your ass on the morrow

          “Cry havoc and let slip the DOGE of war!”

          Those who cheered as J-6 American prisoners were locked in solitary for 18 months without trial, now suddenly fight tooth and nail for foreign terrorists’ "due process". — Buck Sexton

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          • JollyJ Jolly

            An original 5-minute doggerel knock together...

            In an obscure corner of the net
            Resided the battling bastards
            Screeching, arguing, but yet
            Sometimes they quit flinging words

            Strangely, they really did care
            What happened to one and all
            Trampling the growing tares,
            To lay down their mace and ball

            Fare thee well, my electronic friend
            I wish you no lasting sorrow
            And that you be made whole again
            That I may kick your ass on the morrow

            HoraceH Offline
            HoraceH Offline
            Horace
            wrote on last edited by
            #55

            @Jolly said in The poetry thread:

            An original 5-minute doggerel knock together...

            In an obscure corner of the net
            Resided the battling bastards
            Screeching, arguing, but yet
            Sometimes they quit flinging words

            Strangely, they really did care
            What happened to one and all
            Trampling the growing tares,
            To lay down their mace and ball

            Fare thee well, my electronic friend
            I wish you no lasting sorrow
            And that you be made whole again
            That I may kick your ass on the morrow

            An ode to pwning libtards.

            Education is extremely important.

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            • JollyJ Jolly

              An original 5-minute doggerel knock together...

              In an obscure corner of the net
              Resided the battling bastards
              Screeching, arguing, but yet
              Sometimes they quit flinging words

              Strangely, they really did care
              What happened to one and all
              Trampling the growing tares,
              To lay down their mace and ball

              Fare thee well, my electronic friend
              I wish you no lasting sorrow
              And that you be made whole again
              That I may kick your ass on the morrow

              Aqua LetiferA Offline
              Aqua LetiferA Offline
              Aqua Letifer
              wrote on last edited by
              #56

              @Jolly said in The poetry thread:

              An original 5-minute doggerel knock together...

              In an obscure corner of the net
              Resided the battling bastards
              Screeching, arguing, but yet
              Sometimes they quit flinging words

              Strangely, they really did care
              What happened to one and all
              Trampling the growing tares,
              To lay down their mace and ball

              Fare thee well, my electronic friend
              I wish you no lasting sorrow
              And that you be made whole again
              That I may kick your ass on the morrow

              😄👏👏👏

              Nice one! Fun turn at the end there.

              Please love yourself.

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              • MikM Away
                MikM Away
                Mik
                wrote on last edited by
                #57

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                “I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill

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                • Aqua LetiferA Offline
                  Aqua LetiferA Offline
                  Aqua Letifer
                  wrote on last edited by
                  #58

                  Traveling for the Easter holiday and for some weird and crazy reason, this poem got in my head instead of thoughts of spring flowers. 😄

                  So, on I went. I think I never saw
                  Such starv’d ignoble nature; nothing throve:
                  For flowers—as well expect a cedar grove!
                  But cockle, spurge, according to their law
                  Might propagate their kind, with none to awe,
                  You ’d think; a burr had been a treasure trove.

                  —Robert Browning, Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came

                  Please love yourself.

                  Catseye3C RainmanR 2 Replies Last reply
                  • Aqua LetiferA Aqua Letifer

                    Traveling for the Easter holiday and for some weird and crazy reason, this poem got in my head instead of thoughts of spring flowers. 😄

                    So, on I went. I think I never saw
                    Such starv’d ignoble nature; nothing throve:
                    For flowers—as well expect a cedar grove!
                    But cockle, spurge, according to their law
                    Might propagate their kind, with none to awe,
                    You ’d think; a burr had been a treasure trove.

                    —Robert Browning, Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came

                    Catseye3C Offline
                    Catseye3C Offline
                    Catseye3
                    wrote on last edited by Catseye3
                    #59

                    @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                    You ’d think; a burr had been a treasure trove.

                    I'm like, "Okay, that's pretty good; maybe a little labored . . .

                    Oh wait, Browning??? I take it back, it's way good. Perfect. 🙂

                    Success is measured by your discipline and inner peace. – Mike Ditka

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                    • Catseye3C Catseye3

                      @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                      You ’d think; a burr had been a treasure trove.

                      I'm like, "Okay, that's pretty good; maybe a little labored . . .

                      Oh wait, Browning??? I take it back, it's way good. Perfect. 🙂

                      Aqua LetiferA Offline
                      Aqua LetiferA Offline
                      Aqua Letifer
                      wrote on last edited by
                      #60

                      @Catseye3 said in The poetry thread:

                      @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                      You ’d think; a burr had been a treasure trove.

                      I'm like, "Good one; maybe a little labored . . .

                      Oh wait, Browning??? I take it back, it's way good. Perfect. 🙂

                      I'd say this is probably his densest poem. So it's challenging, even for Browning. 😄

                      Please love yourself.

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                      • Aqua LetiferA Aqua Letifer

                        Traveling for the Easter holiday and for some weird and crazy reason, this poem got in my head instead of thoughts of spring flowers. 😄

                        So, on I went. I think I never saw
                        Such starv’d ignoble nature; nothing throve:
                        For flowers—as well expect a cedar grove!
                        But cockle, spurge, according to their law
                        Might propagate their kind, with none to awe,
                        You ’d think; a burr had been a treasure trove.

                        —Robert Browning, Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came

                        RainmanR Offline
                        RainmanR Offline
                        Rainman
                        wrote on last edited by
                        #61

                        @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                        Traveling for the Easter holiday and for some weird and crazy reason, this poem got in my head instead of thoughts of spring flowers. 😄

                        So, on I went. I think I never saw
                        Such starv’d ignoble nature; nothing throve:
                        For flowers—as well expect a cedar grove!
                        But cockle, spurge, according to their law
                        Might propagate their kind, with none to awe,
                        You ’d think; a burr had been a treasure trove.

                        —Robert Browning, Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came

                        So Aqua, what's wrong with me?
                        I read the same poem.
                        I read it again. And again.
                        And I think I kind of get a sense of what it's about.
                        But I'm probably wrong.
                        So, that's frustrating.
                        How is it that you love it, and I find it completely frustrating.
                        Not enjoyable.

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                        • RainmanR Rainman

                          @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                          Traveling for the Easter holiday and for some weird and crazy reason, this poem got in my head instead of thoughts of spring flowers. 😄

                          So, on I went. I think I never saw
                          Such starv’d ignoble nature; nothing throve:
                          For flowers—as well expect a cedar grove!
                          But cockle, spurge, according to their law
                          Might propagate their kind, with none to awe,
                          You ’d think; a burr had been a treasure trove.

                          —Robert Browning, Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came

                          So Aqua, what's wrong with me?
                          I read the same poem.
                          I read it again. And again.
                          And I think I kind of get a sense of what it's about.
                          But I'm probably wrong.
                          So, that's frustrating.
                          How is it that you love it, and I find it completely frustrating.
                          Not enjoyable.

                          Doctor PhibesD Offline
                          Doctor PhibesD Offline
                          Doctor Phibes
                          wrote on last edited by
                          #62

                          Here I sit
                          Broken hearted
                          Spent a penny
                          And only farted

                          I was only joking

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                          • MikM Away
                            MikM Away
                            Mik
                            wrote on last edited by
                            #63

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                            “I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill

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                            • RainmanR Rainman

                              @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                              Traveling for the Easter holiday and for some weird and crazy reason, this poem got in my head instead of thoughts of spring flowers. 😄

                              So, on I went. I think I never saw
                              Such starv’d ignoble nature; nothing throve:
                              For flowers—as well expect a cedar grove!
                              But cockle, spurge, according to their law
                              Might propagate their kind, with none to awe,
                              You ’d think; a burr had been a treasure trove.

                              —Robert Browning, Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came

                              So Aqua, what's wrong with me?
                              I read the same poem.
                              I read it again. And again.
                              And I think I kind of get a sense of what it's about.
                              But I'm probably wrong.
                              So, that's frustrating.
                              How is it that you love it, and I find it completely frustrating.
                              Not enjoyable.

                              Aqua LetiferA Offline
                              Aqua LetiferA Offline
                              Aqua Letifer
                              wrote on last edited by
                              #64

                              @Rainman said in The poetry thread:

                              @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                              Traveling for the Easter holiday and for some weird and crazy reason, this poem got in my head instead of thoughts of spring flowers. 😄

                              So, on I went. I think I never saw
                              Such starv’d ignoble nature; nothing throve:
                              For flowers—as well expect a cedar grove!
                              But cockle, spurge, according to their law
                              Might propagate their kind, with none to awe,
                              You ’d think; a burr had been a treasure trove.

                              —Robert Browning, Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came

                              So Aqua, what's wrong with me?
                              I read the same poem.
                              I read it again. And again.
                              And I think I kind of get a sense of what it's about.
                              But I'm probably wrong.
                              So, that's frustrating.
                              How is it that you love it, and I find it completely frustrating.
                              Not enjoyable.

                              There's nothing wrong with you.

                              1. Most people consume art for a distraction or entertainment. When those people come across work that isn't that, they don't like it. Could be that.
                              2. Poetry might not be your thing. Not everyone's into beekeeping, either. Totally fine.

                              Please love yourself.

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                              • MikM Away
                                MikM Away
                                Mik
                                wrote on last edited by
                                #65

                                Algebra. My mind refuses to entertain the notion.

                                “I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill

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                                • MikM Mik

                                  Algebra. My mind refuses to entertain the notion.

                                  Aqua LetiferA Offline
                                  Aqua LetiferA Offline
                                  Aqua Letifer
                                  wrote on last edited by
                                  #66

                                  @Mik said in The poetry thread:

                                  Algebra. My mind refuses to entertain the notion.

                                  Musicals.

                                  Just. Not. My. Thing.

                                  Please love yourself.

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                                  • Aqua LetiferA Aqua Letifer

                                    @Mik said in The poetry thread:

                                    Algebra. My mind refuses to entertain the notion.

                                    Musicals.

                                    Just. Not. My. Thing.

                                    MikM Away
                                    MikM Away
                                    Mik
                                    wrote on last edited by
                                    #67

                                    @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                                    @Mik said in The poetry thread:

                                    Algebra. My mind refuses to entertain the notion.

                                    Musicals.

                                    Just. Not. My. Thing.

                                    Silence! I keel you!

                                    “I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill

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                                    • MikM Away
                                      MikM Away
                                      Mik
                                      wrote on last edited by
                                      #68

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                                      “I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill

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                                        Aqua LetiferA Offline
                                        Aqua Letifer
                                        wrote on last edited by
                                        #69

                                        Excellent.

                                        Please love yourself.

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                                          Doctor Phibes
                                          wrote on last edited by
                                          #70

                                          That reminds me vaguely of one of Spike Milligan's creations:

                                          Granny

                                          Through every nook and every cranny
                                          The wind blew in on poor old Granny
                                          Around her knees, into each ear
                                          (And up her nose as well, I fear)

                                          All through the night the wind grew worse
                                          It nearly made the vicar curse
                                          The top had fallen off the steeple
                                          Just missing him (and other people)

                                          It blew on man, it blew on beast
                                          It blew on nun, it blew on priest
                                          It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-
                                          But most of all, it blew on Granny!

                                          I was only joking

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