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#1
11-07-2005, 07:31 PM
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Poems
Since there was a very brief discussion on poetry earlier, I thought we'd have a thread where we could throw in our favorite poets or poems or favorite lines from poems.
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix" Howl by Allen Ginsberg, very anti-establishment and anti-modern society. Howz about yooouuuuuu?
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MISINTUPITATED- The act of removing the spine by use of fire. DEVESTED- The removal of one's vest. SCTUPP- To deficate on a woman after nonconsensual sex. 
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11-07-2005, 07:49 PM
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Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost. I really like the poem,There is a Word, by Emily Dickinson!
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11-07-2005, 08:03 PM
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Last part of the poem entitled "Ode To The West Wind" by Percy Byshee Shelley. One of my ultimate favourite English poetry...
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven, As then, when to outstrip the skiey speed Scarce seemed a vision, I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. O, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves, to quicken a new birth; And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
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Close your eyes - and try to remember discordant lullabies of days gone by. Close your eyes - on the edge of forever a chance to dream, fast asleep your nightmare ends.
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11-08-2005, 04:22 AM
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Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas. GAS! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime... Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues - My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.* *It is sweet and meet (fitting) to die for one's country
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#5
11-08-2005, 05:43 AM
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Here are some of mine:
------- My faceless spirit, fly away... your not needed anymore. i'll be left by myself yet never alone. free from all restriction i'll teach myself to use my wings. re - discovering places we've been before. i'll breathe air which your lungs have tasted ill see sights that your eyes will miss. feel the wind against your dark shape for the last time. be alone as i've been before. this life is no longer yours I take it back. without permission without regret. You, my old freind, will no longer live in me This Life Is Mine. Not Yours. Cast back into the void. Your not needed anymore --------- AND 5am a night gone by .nothing shown time.. my empty hourglass breathing hurts inhaling... giving in giving this poor chest ... nothing.. these lungs filled of anxiety in every take pulpatating this heart.. this heart... dieing everyday this worry brought upon kills me so hard to say my nerves once of steel these nerves been shattered away 5am this night every night time stoped long ago freezing this feeling reflecting these feelings ..never had long ago light and day now remaining the same no water no salvage ..can extinguish this flame Now set I burn my time the only time.. my 5am... ? Last edited by SKOOFx; 11-08-2005 at 05:55 AM.
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#6
11-08-2005, 06:55 AM
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There once was a man named Bob
He had a dog with a big belly named Hog. But one day his Dog went pop So the Dog went from Oven to his Gob.
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11-08-2005, 07:36 AM
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j/k - very nice
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#9
11-08-2005, 09:17 AM
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You'd get alot of snaps for what you wrote.
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