Poems- Not your own. - Page 18

limey · 11-20-2014, 06:20 PM

Thank you, Sundae. That's glorious!

Sent by thought transference

Sundae · 11-20-2014, 06:25 PM

If you had seen me pecking it out, letter by letter on this tiny phone...
I swear, I must value you above rubies.

limey · 11-20-2014, 07:01 PM

Love you, too, sis!

Sent by thought transference

xoxoxoBruce · 12-14-2014, 02:08 PM

Danse Macabre

I love dispatch I strike at once
The wit, the wise, the fool, the dunce;
The steel-clad soldier, stout and bold,
The miser with his treasur'd gold;

The studious sage, and matron grave,
The haughty noble, and the slave,
I strip, with unrelenting paw,
The ermine from the man of law:
Disrobe the prelate of his his lawn;
And dim with clouds the op'ning dawn...

DanaC · 12-14-2014, 02:14 PM

I love Danse Macabre. A truly astonishing work. One of those almost timeless pieces of art. Nearly 500 years old and still speaks to us.

12-18-2014, 03:52 AM

Nice thread

DanaC · 02-21-2015, 03:07 PM

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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 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.

Robert Frost

glatt · 02-21-2015, 10:23 PM

I like that one.

Gravdigr · 02-21-2015, 11:59 PM

Telefon!!

xoxoxoBruce · 02-27-2015, 02:48 AM

Tired - Fenton Johnson

glatt · 02-27-2015, 08:35 AM

That's sad.

Lamplighter · 02-27-2015, 08:52 AM

Yes, On the scale of greys, that's black.

Gravdigr · 02-27-2015, 02:46 PM

Could have been written by any modern tax-payer.

infinite monkey · 04-01-2015, 09:19 AM

Yes, it's time again for my annual posting of one of my favorite poems!

April

To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots,
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

--Edna St. Vincent Millay

henry quirk · 04-01-2015, 10:43 AM

Very nice.

Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup

Yes...the job and joy, for each and every one, is to fill that cup.

11-20-2014, 06:20 PM	#256
limey Encroaching on your decrees Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: An island within the south-west coast of Scotland Posts: 7,016	Thank you, Sundae. That's glorious! Sent by thought transference __________________ Living it up on the edge ... of civilisation, within the southwest coast of

11-20-2014, 07:01 PM	#258
limey Encroaching on your decrees Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: An island within the south-west coast of Scotland Posts: 7,016	Love you, too, sis! Sent by thought transference __________________ Living it up on the edge ... of civilisation, within the southwest coast of

12-14-2014, 02:08 PM	#259
xoxoxoBruce The future is unwritten Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 71,105	Danse Macabre I love dispatch I strike at once The wit, the wise, the fool, the dunce; The steel-clad soldier, stout and bold, The miser with his treasur'd gold; The studious sage, and matron grave, The haughty noble, and the slave, I strip, with unrelenting paw, The ermine from the man of law: Disrobe the prelate of his his lawn; And dim with clouds the op'ning dawn... __________________ The descent of man ~ Nixon, Friedman, Reagan, Trump.

02-21-2015, 11:59 PM	#264
Gravdigr The Un-Tuckian Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: South Central...KY that is Posts: 39,517	Telefon!! __________________ These statements have not been evaluated by the FDA, EPA, FBI, DEA, CDC, or FDIC. These statements are not intended to diagnose, cause, treat, cure, or prevent any disease. If you feel you have been harmed/offended by, or, disagree with any of the above statements or images, please feel free to fuck right off.

02-27-2015, 02:48 AM	#265
xoxoxoBruce The future is unwritten Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 71,105	Tired - Fenton Johnson Attached Images __________________ The descent of man ~ Nixon, Friedman, Reagan, Trump.

11-20-2014, 06:25 PM	#257
Sundae polaroid of perfection Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: West Yorkshire Posts: 24,185	If you had seen me pecking it out, letter by letter on this tiny phone... I swear, I must value you above rubies.

12-18-2014, 03:52 AM	#261
soniavdavidson Guest Posts: n/a	Nice thread

02-21-2015, 10:23 PM	#263
glatt ™ Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Arlington, VA Posts: 27,717	I like that one.

02-27-2015, 08:35 AM	#266
glatt ™ Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Arlington, VA Posts: 27,717	That's sad.

02-27-2015, 08:52 AM	#267
Lamplighter Person who doesn't update the user title Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: Bottom lands of the Missoula floods Posts: 6,402	Yes, On the scale of greys, that's black.

02-27-2015, 02:46 PM	#268
Gravdigr The Un-Tuckian Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: South Central...KY that is Posts: 39,517	Could have been written by any modern tax-payer. __________________ These statements have not been evaluated by the FDA, EPA, FBI, DEA, CDC, or FDIC. These statements are not intended to diagnose, cause, treat, cure, or prevent any disease. If you feel you have been harmed/offended by, or, disagree with any of the above statements or images, please feel free to fuck right off.

04-01-2015, 09:19 AM	#269
infinite monkey Person who doesn't update the user title Join Date: Mar 2011 Posts: 13,002	Yes, it's time again for my annual posting of one of my favorite poems! April To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It is apparent that there is no death. But what does that signify? Not only under ground are the brains of men Eaten by maggots, Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, April Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers. --Edna St. Vincent Millay

04-01-2015, 10:43 AM	#270
henry quirk maskless: yesterday, today, tomorrow Join Date: Jan 2009 Posts: 2,162	Very nice. Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup Yes...the job and joy, for each and every one, is to fill that cup.

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