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  1. SubscriberKewpie
    since 1-Feb-07
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    16 Jan '13 07:07
    Be my guest. 🙂
  2. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
    Boston Lad
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    16 Jan '13 07:15
    His Elderly Father as a Young Man

    This happened before I met your mother:
    I took Jennie Johanson to a summer dance,
    and she sent me a letter, a love letter,
    I guess, even if the word love wasn't in it.
    She wrote that she had a good time
    and didn't want the night to end.
    At home, she lay down on her bed
    but stayed awake, listening to the songs
    of morning birds outside her window.
    I read that letter a hundred times
    and kept it in a cigar box
    with useless things I had saved:
    a pocket knife with an imitation pearl handle
    and a broken blade,
    a harmonica I never learned to play,
    one cuff link, an empty rifle shell.

    When your mother and I got married,
    I threw the letter away -
    if I had kept it, she might wonder.
    But I wanted to keep it
    and even thought about hiding places,
    maybe in the barn or the tool shed,
    but what if it were ever found?
    I knew of no way to explain why
    I would keep such a letter, much less
    why I would take the trouble to hide it.

    (Leo Dangel)
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    17 Jan '13 06:04
    Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
    Enwrought with golden and silver light,
    The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
    Of night and light and the half-light,
    I would spread the cloths under your feet:
    But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
    I have spread my dreams under your feet;
    Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
    - - - -William Butler Yeats
  4. Standard memberSwissGambit
    Caninus Interruptus
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    17 Jan '13 07:39
    Alas! Perchance it is that my wandering eye should see
    A thread involving poems on a site called RHP
    I strain my brain, I yearn and strive for better things to do
    But nothing else presents itself an hour before 2

    😞
  5. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
    Boston Lad
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    17 Jan '13 08:17
    The Ache of Marriage

    The ache of marriage:

    thigh and tongue, beloved,
    are heavy with it,
    it throbs in the teeth

    We look for communion
    and are turned away, beloved,
    each and each

    It is leviathan and we
    in its belly
    looking for joy, some joy
    not to be known outside it

    two by two in the ark of
    the ache of it.

    (Denise Levertov)
  6. Standard memberChessPraxis
    Cowboy From Hell
    American West
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    17 Jan '13 08:47
    Chicago
    BY CARL SANDBURG
    Hog Butcher for the World,
    Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
    Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
    Stormy, husky, brawling,
    City of the Big Shoulders:

    They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.
    And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again.
    And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the faces of women and children I have seen the marks of wanton hunger.
    And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
    Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
    Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities;
    Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
    Bareheaded,
    Shoveling,
    Wrecking,
    Planning,
    Building, breaking, rebuilding,
    Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
    Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
    Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
    Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people,
    Laughing!
    Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.

    Source: Poetry (March 1914).
  7. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
    Boston Lad
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    17 Jan '13 14:04
    When You Are Old

    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.

    (William Butler Yeats)
  8. SubscriberPonderable
    chemist
    Linkenheim
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    04 Feb '13 15:09
    Originally posted by Kewpie
    Be my guest. 🙂
    original or quoted?
  9. Wat?
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    04 Feb '13 15:16
  10. Standard memberHandyAndy
    Non sum qualis eram
    At the edge
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    04 Feb '13 15:22
    Originally posted by mikelom
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_evWOtva3M

    -m.
    "This video contains content from The Orchard Music,
    UMPG Publishing and EMI, one or more of whom
    have blocked it in your country on copyright grounds."
  11. Dublin Ireland
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    04 Feb '13 16:141 edit
    The Jumblies

    They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
    In a Sieve they went to sea:
    In spite of all their friends could say,
    On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
    In a Sieve they went to sea!
    And when the Sieve turned round and round,
    And every one cried, `You'll all be drowned!'
    They called aloud, `Our Sieve ain't big,
    But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!
    In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'
    Far and few, far and few,
    Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
    And they went to sea in a Sieve.

    They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,
    In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
    With only a beautiful pea-green veil
    Tied with a riband by way of a sail,
    To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
    And every one said, who saw them go,
    `O won't they be soon upset, you know!
    For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
    And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
    In a Sieve to sail so fast!'
    Far and few, far and few,
    Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
    And they went to sea in a Sieve.

    The water it soon came in, it did,
    The water it soon came in;
    So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
    In a pinky paper all folded neat,
    And they fastened it down with a pin.
    And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
    And each of them said, `How wise we are!
    Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
    Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
    While round in our Sieve we spin!'
    Far and few, far and few,
    Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
    And they went to sea in a Sieve.

    And all night long they sailed away;
    And when the sun went down,
    They whistled and warbled a moony song
    To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
    In the shade of the mountains brown.
    `O Timballo! How happy we are,
    When we live in a Sieve and a crockery-jar,
    And all night long in the moonlight pale,
    We sail away with a pea-green sail,
    In the shade of the mountains brown!'
    Far and few, far and few,
    Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
    And they went to sea in a Sieve.

    They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,
    To a land all covered with trees,
    And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
    And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,
    And a hive of silvery Bees.
    And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
    And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
    And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
    And no end of Stilton Cheese.
    Far and few, far and few,
    Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
    And they went to sea in a Sieve.

    And in twenty years they all came back,
    In twenty years or more,
    And every one said, `How tall they've grown!
    For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
    And the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
    And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
    Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
    And every one said, `If we only live,
    We too will go to sea in a Sieve,---
    To the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
    Far and few, far and few,
    Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
    Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
    And they went to sea in a Sieve.


    Edward Lear

    I had to memorize this poem in school
    for English class.
  12. Dublin Ireland
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    04 Feb '13 19:321 edit
    I wandered lonely as a cloud,
    that floats on high o'er vales and hills.
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    get off those f****g daffodils.
  13. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
    Boston Lad
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    04 Feb '13 20:28
    The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner

    From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
    And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
    Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
    I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
    When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

    (Randall Jarrell)
  14. Standard memberhakima
    Illumination
    The Razor's Edge
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    10 Feb '13 23:59
    by Jewel Mathieson

    We have come to be danced
    not the pretty dance
    not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
    but the claw our way back into the belly
    of the sacred, sensual animal dance
    the unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
    the holding the precious moment in the palms
    of our hands and feet dance

    We have come to be danced
    not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
    but the wring the sadness from our skin dance
    the blow the chip off our shoulder dance
    the slap the apology from our posture dance

    We have come to be danced
    not the monkey see, monkey do dance
    one, two dance like you
    one two three, dance like me dance
    but the grave robber, tomb stalker
    tearing scabs & scars open dance
    the rub the rhythm raw against our souls dance

    WE have come to be danced
    not the nice invisible, self conscious shuffle
    but the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
    shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
    the strip us from our casings, return our wings
    sharpen our claws & tongues dance
    the shed dead cells and slip into
    the luminous skin of love dance

    We have come to be danced
    not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
    but the meeting of the trinity: the body, breath & beat dance
    the shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
    the mother may I?
    yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
    the Olly Olly Oxen Free Free Free dance
    the everyone can come to our heaven dance

    We have come to be danced
    where the kingdom’s collide
    in the cathedral of flesh
    to burn back into the light
    to unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
    to root in skin sanctuary
    We have come to be danced
    WE HAVE COME
  15. Joined
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    11 Feb '13 00:25
    Never have I seen a poem as lovely as a tree.
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