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  • MikM Offline
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    Mik
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    #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 Letifer
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      #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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        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
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            #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 Online
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              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
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                Mik
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                #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
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                    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
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                      #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
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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 Letifer
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                            #69

                            Excellent.

                            Please love yourself.

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                            • Doctor PhibesD Online
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                              Doctor Phibes
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                              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
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                                Mik
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                                #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.

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                                  Aqua Letifer
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                                  #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 Online
                                      Doctor PhibesD Online
                                      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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                                      • Doctor PhibesD Doctor Phibes

                                        @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.

                                        Aqua LetiferA Offline
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                                        Aqua Letifer
                                        wrote on last edited by
                                        #75

                                        @Doctor-Phibes said in The poetry thread:

                                        @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 think I mentioned this before but there's a small town in Oz basically dedicated to him via place names. It's a cool place to walk around.

                                        Please love yourself.

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                                          Aqua Letifer
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                                          #76

                                          Heroes

                                          My heroes never chased careers
                                          Or wanted to be paid
                                          And neither cops nor engineers
                                          Inspired what I've made.

                                          My heroes played with wands and rings
                                          And secrets time forgot
                                          And through the years they taught me things
                                          Reality could not

                                          -written by me during an all-staff meeting. It looked like I was taking notes, so, that's good I suppose.

                                          Please love yourself.

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