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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

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    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 Offline
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        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
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          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.

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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

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            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
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              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
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                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.

                Doctor PhibesD Aqua LetiferA 2 Replies Last reply
                • 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 Offline
                    MikM Offline
                    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 Offline
                        MikM Offline
                        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
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                          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 Offline
                            MikM Offline
                            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 Offline
                              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
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                                #69

                                Excellent.

                                Please love yourself.

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                                  Doctor Phibes
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                                  #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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                                  • Aqua LetiferA Aqua Letifer

                                    Excellent.

                                    MikM Offline
                                    MikM Offline
                                    Mik
                                    wrote on last edited by
                                    #71

                                    @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                                    Excellent.

                                    I thought so too. It elevated itself above the subject matter.

                                    “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

                                      @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                                      Excellent.

                                      I thought so too. It elevated itself above the subject matter.

                                      Aqua LetiferA Offline
                                      Aqua LetiferA Offline
                                      Aqua Letifer
                                      wrote on last edited by
                                      #72

                                      @Mik said in The poetry thread:

                                      @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                                      Excellent.

                                      I thought so too. It elevated itself above the subject matter.

                                      Inside baseball:

                                      A most curious medley,
                                      A fart can be harmless,
                                      Or silent and deadly.

                                      You're writing a poem about farts—absolutely guaranteed you're going to mention SBDs. But it's not fun to just mention them, it's far more satisfying for the known cliché to complete a couplet. So what's the lead-in?

                                      This kind of initial setup and resolution is common in poetry—poems are rarely written linearly—but a lot of folks who dabble don't think to do it.

                                      This was written by someone who on some level knew what they were doing.

                                      (I'd have removed "strange" but that's me.)

                                      Please love yourself.

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                                      • Doctor PhibesD Doctor Phibes

                                        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!

                                        Aqua LetiferA Offline
                                        Aqua LetiferA Offline
                                        Aqua Letifer
                                        wrote on last edited by
                                        #73

                                        @Doctor-Phibes said in The poetry thread:

                                        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!

                                        Spike's the man. 😄

                                        Please love yourself.

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                                        • Aqua LetiferA Aqua Letifer

                                          @Doctor-Phibes said in The poetry thread:

                                          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!

                                          Spike's the man. 😄

                                          Doctor PhibesD Offline
                                          Doctor PhibesD Offline
                                          Doctor Phibes
                                          wrote on last edited by
                                          #74

                                          @Aqua-Letifer said in The poetry thread:

                                          Spike's the man.

                                          He really is. Probably one of the most influential people of the 20th century, if we but knew it.

                                          I was only joking

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