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Posted: 7/21/2013 5:33:02 PM EDT
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Randall Jarrell


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.




Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:35:22 PM EDT
[#1]
"Fleas"
Adam had 'em.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:37:22 PM EDT
[#2]
She flickers with phosphorescent lissomeness,

A platitude of harmonious blitheness.

Her limbs agog with tumultuous ferocity

Alizarin vestments gushing radially.

Her abettor in stygian livery,

With oculi beryl and fathomless.

Concomitantly they gambol,

The gamboge cabaret.

Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:41:32 PM EDT
[#3]
here i sit,
broken heart'd
came to shit
but only farted.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:42:13 PM EDT
[#4]
There once was a man from Kent......
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:45:00 PM EDT
[#5]
Stars, I have seen them fall.
But when they drop and die,
No star is lost at all
From all the star-strewn sky.

The toil of all that be
Helps not the primal fault.
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt.

-A.E. Housman
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:46:41 PM EDT
[#6]
Here lies the bones of Mary Jones

For her Hell hath no terror

Born a virgin, died a virgin

No runs, no scores, no errors.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:47:12 PM EDT
[#7]
Annabel Lee, by Edgar Allen Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.


I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
  Coveted her and me.


And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.


The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.


But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
  Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;


For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
  Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the sounding sea.

                     -OR-

The Charge of the Light Brigade, by Alfred Lord Tennyson



Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.


"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.


Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.


Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.


Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.


When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.



fixed spelling error
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:47:29 PM EDT
[#8]
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[#9]
Pussy was a millpond

Peter couldn't swim

Balls was a naughty boy and pushed ole Peter in.

Peter on the inside just about to drown

Balls on the outside jumping up and down

Peter got pulled out spitting for all to see

Balls was tired out, empty as he could be.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:48:25 PM EDT
[#10]
Another by Housman, my favorite poet:

Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries

These, in the day when heaven was falling,
The hour when earth's foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling,
And took their wages, and are dead.

Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and earth's foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:49:08 PM EDT
[#11]
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening - Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of the easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:49:17 PM EDT
[#12]
When I was a fighting man,
The kettle drums they beat.
The people scattered gold dust
Before my horses feet.

But now I am a mighty King,
The people hound my track.
With poison in my wine cup,
And daggers in my back.

Robert E Howard

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Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:50:18 PM EDT
[#13]

I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye,


How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie:


The Panther took pie-crust, and gravy, and meat,


While the Owl had the dish as its share of the treat.


When the pie was all finished, the Owl, as a boon,


Was kindly permitted to pocket the spoon;


While the Panther received knife and fork with a growl,


And concluded the banquet by --





ETA:



The Keen and the Quing were quirling at quoits,


In the meadow behind the mere.


Tho’ mainly the meadow was middled with mow,


And heretical hitherto here.





The Prince and the Princess were plaiting the plates


And prating quite primly the peer.


And that’s why the Duchess stuck ducks on the Duke


For no one was over to seer.
   

Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:51:33 PM EDT
[#14]

Rest not.

Life is sweeping by;

go and dare before you die.

Something mighty and sublime,

leave behind to conquer time.




Goeth, Johann Wolfgang Von.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:52:07 PM EDT
[#15]
Gunga Din

You may talk o' gin an' beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But if it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them black-faced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
 
It was "Din! Din! Din!
You limping lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! slippy hitherao!
Water, get it! Panee lao!
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din!"
 
The uniform 'e wore
Was nothin' much before,
An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
For a twisty piece o' rag
An' a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.
When the sweatin' troop-train lay
In a sidin' through the day,
Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
We shouted "Harry By!"
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.
 
It was "Din! Din! Din!
You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
You put some juldee in it,
Or I'll marrow you this minute,
If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"
 
'E would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done,
An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin' nut,
'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
With 'is mussick on 'is back,
'E would skip with our attack,
An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire."
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide,
'E was white, clear white, inside
When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!
 
It was "Din! Din! Din!"
With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
When the cartridges ran out,
You could 'ear the front-files shout:
"Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!"
 
I sha'n't forgit the night
When I dropped be'ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.
I was chokin' mad with thirst,
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.
 
'E lifted up my 'ead,
An' 'e plugged me where I bled,
An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water—green;
It was crawlin' an' it stunk,
But of all the drinks I've drunk,
I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
 
It was "Din! Din! Din!
'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen;
'E's chawin' up the ground an' 'e's kickin' all around:
For Gawd's sake, git the water, Gunga Din!"
 
'E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
'E put me safe inside,
An' just before 'e died:
"I 'ope you liked your drink," sez Gunga Din.
So I'll meet 'im later on
In the place where 'e is gone—
Where it's always double drill and no canteen;
'E'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drink to pore damned souls,
An' I'll get a swig in Hell from Gunga Din!
 
Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!
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[#16]
Nature's first green is gold,



       Her hardest hue to hold.



       Her early leafs a flower;



       But only so an hour.



       Then leaf subsides to leaf.



       So Eden sank to grief,



       So dawn goes down to day.



       Nothing gold can stay.





- Robert Frost



 
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:54:34 PM EDT
[#17]
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came to shit
but only farted.
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Three days later
I took a chance
Tried to fart
But shit my pants.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:55:06 PM EDT
[#18]


THE SORROW OF LOVE

by: W.B. Yeats

The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.

And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
And all the sorrows of her labouring ships,
And all the burden of her myriad years.

And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.

Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:58:49 PM EDT
[#19]


Damn, beat by minutes, her's my second fave Rudyard.



Cities and Thrones and Powers,

Stand in Time's eye,

Almost as long as flowers,

Which daily die:

But, as new buds put forth,

To glad new men,

Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth, The Cities rise again.



This season's Daffodil,

She never hears

What change, what chance, what chill,

Cut down last year's:

But with bold countenance,

And knowledge small,

Esteems her seven days' continuance

To be perpetual.



So time that is o'er kind,

To all that be,

Ordains us e'en as blind,

As bold as she:

That in our very death,

And burial sure,

Shadow to shadow, well-persuaded, saith, "See how our works endure!"



Link Posted: 7/21/2013 5:59:26 PM EDT
[#20]
Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:00:48 PM EDT
[#21]
For the Last Wolverine
By James L. Dickey 1923–1997
They will soon be down


To one, but he still will be
For a little while    still will be stopping


The flakes in the air with a look,
Surrounding himself with the silence
Of whitening snarls. Let him eat
The last red meal of the condemned


To extinction, tearing the guts


From an elk. Yet that is not enough
For me. I would have him eat


The heart, and from it, have an idea
Stream into his gnarling head
That he no longer has a thing
To lose, and so can walk


Out into the open, in the full


Pale of the sub-Arctic sun
Where a single spruce tree is dying


Higher and higher. Let him climb it
With all his meanness and strength.
Lord, we have come to the end
Of this kind of vision of heaven,


As the sky breaks open


Its fans around him and shimmers
And into its northern gates he rises


Snarling    complete    in the joy of a weasel
With an elk’s horned heart in his stomach
Looking straight into the eternal
Blue, where he hauls his kind. I would have it all


My way: at the top of that tree I place


The New World’s last eagle
Hunched in mangy feathers    giving


Up on the theory of flight.
Dear God of the wildness of poetry, let them mate
To the death in the rotten branches,
Let the tree sway and burst into flame


And mingle them, crackling with feathers,


In crownfire. Let something come
Of it    something gigantic    legendary


Rise beyond reason over hills
Of ice    screaming    that it cannot die,
That it has come back, this time
On wings, and will spare no earthly thing:


That it will hover, made purely of northern


Lights, at dusk    and fall
On men building roads: will perch


On the moose’s horn like a falcon
Riding into battle    into holy war against
Screaming railroad crews: will pull
Whole traplines like fibres from the snow


In the long-jawed night of fur trappers.


But, small, filthy, unwinged,
You will soon be crouching


Alone, with maybe some dim racial notion
Of being the last, but none of how much
Your unnoticed going will mean:
How much the timid poem needs


The mindless explosion of your rage,


The glutton’s internal fire    the elk’s
Heart in the belly, sprouting wings,


The pact of the “blind swallowing
Thing,” with himself, to eat
The world, and not to be driven off it
Until it is gone, even if it takes


Forever. I take you as you are


And make of you what I will,
Skunk-bear, carcajoy, bloodthirsty


Non-survivor.
                       Lord, let me die    but not die
Out.

When You Are Old
William Butler Yeats

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.
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[#22]

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Annabelle Lee, by Edgar Allen Poe





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Superb choice.




The
             Peace of Wild Things


           
When despair for the world grows in me


             and I wake in the night at the least sound


             in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,


             I go and lie down where the wood drake


             rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.


             I come into the peace of wild things


             who do not tax their lives with forethought


             of grief. I come into the presence of still water.


             And I feel above me the day-blind stars


             waiting with their light. For a time


             I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.


           


           
Wendell Berry





 
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:09:51 PM EDT
[#23]
The War-song of Dinas Vawr
BY THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK

The mountain sheep are sweeter,
But the valley sheep are fatter;
We therefore deemed it meeter
To carry off the latter.
We made an expedition;
We met a host, and quelled it;
We forced a strong position,
And killed the men who held it.

On Dyfed's richest valley,
Where herds of kine were browsing,
We made a mighty sally,
To furnish our carousing.
Fierce warriors rushed to meet us;
We met them, and o'erthrew them:
They struggled hard to beat us;
But we conquered them, and slew them.

As we drove our prize at leisure,
The king marched forth to catch us:
His rage surpassed all measure,
But his people could not match us.
He fled to his hall-pillars;
And, ere our force we led off,
Some sacked his house and cellars,
While others cut his head off.

We there, in strife bewild'ring,
Spilt blood enough to swim in:
We orphaned many children,
And widowed many women.
The eagles and the ravens
We glutted with our foemen;
The heroes and the cravens,
The spearmen and the bowmen.

We brought away from battle,
And much their land bemoaned them,
Two thousand head of cattle,
And the head of him who owned them:
Ednyfed, king of Dyfed,
His head was borne before us;
His wine and beasts supplied our feasts,
And his overthrow, our chorus.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:11:19 PM EDT
[#25]
Poe's El Dorado

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old-
This knight so bold-
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be-
This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied-
"If you seek for Eldorado!"
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:11:36 PM EDT
[#26]
I fear that he's been


maim'd beyond all


recognition





He hears them come &


   murmor over his corpse.





Street Pizza.
- Jim Morison


 
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[#27]
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Three days later
I took a chance
Tried to fart
But shit my pants.
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here i sit,
broken heart'd
came to shit
but only farted.



Three days later
I took a chance
Tried to fart
But shit my pants.


I like you.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:13:09 PM EDT
[#28]
....Nantucket....
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:14:15 PM EDT
[#29]

I stand on the hill
not for a thrill
but for a breath of fresh kill
Never mind the man who contemplates
doing away with license plates
He stands alone, anyhow
baking the cookies of discontent
by the heat of the laundromat vent
Leaving his soul!
. . .
Leaving his soul!
Parting the waters
of the medulla oblongata
of - -brrrrrr! - -mankind
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:16:26 PM EDT
[#30]
there once was an ogre named dave
who kept a dead hooker in his cave
he said what the hell
you'll get used to the smell
and look at the money i saved
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:17:08 PM EDT
[#31]
Cold hearted orb that rules the night.
Removes the colors from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion.

Moody Blues.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:19:12 PM EDT
[#32]
Stay gold ponyboy!



       
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Nature's first green is gold,

       Her hardest hue to hold.

       Her early leafs a flower;

       But only so an hour.

       Then leaf subsides to leaf.

       So Eden sank to grief,

       So dawn goes down to day.

       Nothing gold can stay.



- Robert Frost

 
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[#33]
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Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".

Percy Bysshe Shelley
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One of my dogs is named Ozymandias because of this poem.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:21:18 PM EDT
[#34]
Oriah Mountain Dreamer



The Invitation





It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.


It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.


It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.


I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.


I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.


It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.


I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.


I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'


It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.


It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.


It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.


I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:21:37 PM EDT
[#35]
Here I sit all alone with  a broken heart.
I took five bennies and my semi-truck won't start.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:22:04 PM EDT
[#36]
I shot an Arrow into the air
It fell to earth I know not where,
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breath'd a Song into the air
It fell to earth, I know not where.
For who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of a song?

Long, long afterward in an oak
I found the Arrow still unbroke;
And the Song from begining to end
I found again in the heart of a friend.


~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:22:33 PM EDT
[#37]
Arrow and the Song, The

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:26:52 PM EDT
[#38]
Gaily bedight
A gallant knight
In sunshine and in shadow
Had journey long, singing a song, in search of Eldorado.
Be he grew old, this knight so bold and over his heart a shadow
Fell as he found, no spot of ground, that looked like Eldorado.
And as his strengtlh.
Failed him in length,
He asked a pilgrim shadow.
Shadow said he, where can it be, this land of Eldorado?
Over the mountains of the moon.
Down the valley of the shadow.
Ride, boldly ride the shade replied, if you seek for Eldorado.

Edgar Allan Poe
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:27:13 PM EDT
[#39]
Perfection of a kind was what he was after
and the language he invented was easy to understand.

He knew human nature like the backof his hand
and was greatly interested in armys and fleets.

When he laughed respectable senators burst with laughter
and when he cried children died in the streets.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:27:57 PM EDT
[#40]
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One of my dogs is named Ozymandias because of this poem.
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Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".

Percy Bysshe Shelley


One of my dogs is named Ozymandias because of this poem.


I am glad to see there are others on this website who can appreciate Shelley's work despite being a radical leftist in almost every aspect of his life. Here is another great one by him.

England in 1819

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring;
Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know,
But leechlike to their fainting country cling
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow.
A people starved and stabbed in th' untilled field;
An army, whom liberticide and prey
Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield;
Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay;
Religion Christless, Godless—a book sealed;
A senate, Time’s worst statute, unrepealed—
Are graves from which a glorious Phantom may
Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:32:23 PM EDT
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Arrow and the Song, The

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Kindred spirits...
We got it together.
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:37:55 PM EDT
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Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".

Percy Bysshe Shelley
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+1
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Pussy was a millpond
Peter couldn't swim
Balls was a naughty boy and pushed ole Peter in.
Peter on the inside just about to drown
Balls on the outside jumping up and down
Peter got pulled out spitting for all to see
Balls was tired out, empty as he could be.
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Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:48:39 PM EDT
[#44]
You're an Angel, my Love
Of this I am certain.

This Valentines Day,

Lets do some bumpin and squirtin.













By Leon Phelps
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:50:57 PM EDT
[#45]

Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.
     

Epitaph on an Infant
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 6:57:20 PM EDT
[#46]
"If We Must Die"

If we must die, let it not be like hogs

Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,

While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,

Making their mock at our accursed lot.

If we must die, O let us nobly die

So that our precious blood may not be shed

In vain; then even the monsters we defy

Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!

O kinsmen! We must meet the common foe!

Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,

And for their thousand blows deal one death blow!

What though before us lies the open grave?

Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,

Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 7:02:50 PM EDT
[#47]
The only correct answer here, clearly, is Robert Frost "Fire and Ice". Read it and weep you undereducated neanderthals.


Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 7:04:40 PM EDT
[#48]
Pointy Birds by Steve Martin





Pointy Birds

A Pointy Pointy



Anoint My Head

Anointy Nointy
Link Posted: 7/21/2013 7:06:22 PM EDT
[#49]
Long
is
the
way
and
hard
that
out
of
hell
leads
up
to
light

Link Posted: 7/21/2013 7:10:39 PM EDT
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