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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. 🙂

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    Aqua Letifer
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    @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

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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 Away
          MikM Away
          Mik
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          #63

          alt text

          “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.

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            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
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              #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.

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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 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
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                    #68

                    alt text

                    “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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                        #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 Away
                          MikM Away
                          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
                            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!

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                              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.

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                                  Aqua Letifer
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                                  #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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                                      Rainman
                                      wrote on last edited by
                                      #77

                                      Nice, Aqua!
                                      Thank You.

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                                        jon-nyc
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                                        When my son was in second grade he came home this this one around Valentine’s Day:

                                        Roses are red
                                        Grass is greener
                                        When I think of you
                                        I touch my wiener.

                                        Only non-witches get due process.

                                        • Cotton Mather, Salem Massachusetts, 1692
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                                        • MikM Away
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                                          Mik
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                                          #79

                                          Send him to a nunnery.

                                          Oh, wait……

                                          “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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