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  • Aqua LetiferA Aqua Letifer

    Excellent.

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    @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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      @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 Letifer
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        #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. 😄

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          Doctor Phibes
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          @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
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                #77

                Nice, Aqua!
                Thank You.

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                  jon-nyc
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                  #78

                  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 Offline
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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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                      Mik
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                      Not sure this is poetry, they just made it look like it. Still worth the read.

                      “Do not ask your children
                      to strive for extraordinary lives.
                      Such striving may seem admirable,
                      but it is the way of foolishness.
                      Help them instead to find the wonder
                      and the marvel of an ordinary life.
                      Show them the joy of tasting
                      tomatoes, apples and pears.
                      Show them how to cry
                      when pets and people die.
                      Show them the infinite pleasure
                      in the touch of a hand.
                      And make the ordinary come alive for them.”
                      The extraordinary will take care of itself.
                      ~William Martin

                      “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

                        Not sure this is poetry, they just made it look like it. Still worth the read.

                        “Do not ask your children
                        to strive for extraordinary lives.
                        Such striving may seem admirable,
                        but it is the way of foolishness.
                        Help them instead to find the wonder
                        and the marvel of an ordinary life.
                        Show them the joy of tasting
                        tomatoes, apples and pears.
                        Show them how to cry
                        when pets and people die.
                        Show them the infinite pleasure
                        in the touch of a hand.
                        And make the ordinary come alive for them.”
                        The extraordinary will take care of itself.
                        ~William Martin

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                        Aqua Letifer
                        wrote on last edited by
                        #81

                        @Mik said in The poetry thread:

                        Not sure this is poetry, they just made it look like it. Still worth the read.

                        “Do not ask your children
                        to strive for extraordinary lives.
                        Such striving may seem admirable,
                        but it is the way of foolishness.
                        Help them instead to find the wonder
                        and the marvel of an ordinary life.
                        Show them the joy of tasting
                        tomatoes, apples and pears.
                        Show them how to cry
                        when pets and people die.
                        Show them the infinite pleasure
                        in the touch of a hand.
                        And make the ordinary come alive for them.”
                        The extraordinary will take care of itself.
                        ~William Martin

                        Yeah, I like that. Part of what people don't understand about Blue Zones is that they all pretty much think in this way.

                        Please love yourself.

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                        • MikM Offline
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                          Another Bilston, and appropriate to the season. And my life in many ways.

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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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                            Let the lyrical flow of style lead you to victory! Your assignment has
                            been completed expertly, and all necessary documents have been
                            skillfully knitted together. Store them close to hand for later
                            review We're here to highlight your intelligence!

                            • Maxima Culpepper
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                              Recent spam message I got. I thought it was pretty well written!

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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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                                  One from Rabbie:

                                  My Heart's In The Highlands

                                  Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
                                  The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
                                  Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
                                  The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
                                  My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
                                  My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
                                  A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
                                  My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.
                                  Farewell to the mountains high covered with snow;
                                  Farewell to the straths and green valleys below;
                                  Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods;
                                  Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
                                  My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
                                  My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
                                  A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
                                  My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.

                                  Please love yourself.

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                                    Old, but one of my favorites...

                                    The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part;
                                    But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and the troubled heart.
                                    And because she lost her temper once, and because she was rude to the Lord her Guest,
                                    Her Sons must wait upon Mary’s Sons, world without end, reprieve, or rest.

                                    It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock.
                                    It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the switches lock.
                                    It is their care that the wheels run truly; it is their care to embark and entrain,
                                    Tally, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land and main.

                                    They say to mountains, ” Be ye removèd” They say to the lesser floods ” Be dry.”
                                    Under their rods are the rocks reprovèd – they are not afraid of that which is high.
                                    Then do the hill tops shake to the summit – then is the bed of the deep laid bare,
                                    That the Sons of Mary may overcome it, pleasantly sleeping and unaware.

                                    They finger death at their gloves’ end where they piece and repiece the living wires.
                                    He rears against the gates they tend: they feed him hungry behind their fires.
                                    Early at dawn, ere men see clear, they stumble into his terrible stall,
                                    And hale him forth like a haltered steer, and goad and turn him till evenfall.

                                    To these from birth is Belief forbidden; from these till death is Relief afar.
                                    They are concerned with matters hidden – under the earthline their altars are
                                    The secret fountains to follow up, waters withdrawn to restore to the mouth,
                                    And gather the floods as in a cup, and pour them again at a city’s drouth.

                                    They do not preach that their God will rouse them a little before the nuts work loose.
                                    They do not teach that His Pity allows them to leave their job when they damn-well choose.
                                    As in the thronged and the lighted ways, so in the dark and the desert they stand,
                                    Wary and watchful all their days that their brethren’s days may be long in the land.

                                    Raise ye the stone or cleave the wood to make a path more fair or flat;
                                    Lo, it is black already with blood some Son of Martha spilled for that !
                                    Not as a ladder from earth to Heaven, not as a witness to any creed,
                                    But simple service simply given to his own kind in their common need.

                                    And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessèd – they know the angels are on their side.
                                    They know in them is the Grace confessèd, and for them are the Mercies multiplied.
                                    They sit at the Feet – they hear the Word – they see how truly the Promise runs.
                                    They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and – the Lord He lays it on Martha’s Sons !

                                    “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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                                      Aqua Letifer
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                                      Kipling. Of course. 😄

                                      But yes it is excellent.

                                      Please love yourself.

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                                        Watching a Nat Geo show Vikings The Rise And Fall. This particular episode focuses on settling Iceland, and the poetry that came from there.

                                        “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

                                          Watching a Nat Geo show Vikings The Rise And Fall. This particular episode focuses on settling Iceland, and the poetry that came from there.

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                                          Aqua Letifer
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                                          @Mik said in The poetry thread:

                                          Watching a Nat Geo show Vikings The Rise And Fall. This particular episode focuses on settling Iceland, and the poetry that came from there.

                                          Hell yeah, that's awesome.

                                          Those alliterative forms are what Anglo-Saxons used, too. It's the truest form of English poetry.

                                          Please love yourself.

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