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Peach
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Originally posted by Syren
Too Many Daves – Dr Suess

Did I ever tell you that Mrs McCave
Had twenty-three sons and she named them all Dave?
Well, she did. And that wasn’t a smart thing to do.
You see, when she wants one and calls out ‘Yoo-Hoo!
Come into the house, Dave!’ she doesn’t get one.
All twenty-three Daves of hers come on the run!
This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves’
As you can imagine with so many Daves.
And often she wishes that, when they were born,
She had all of them with different titles adorned.
Called one of them Syren, another Arcane,
And one of them Milla, and one of them Mane.
One Canadian Moose, Candy Kisses another,
And one Fever Red, and The TH her brother.
One Jedi Priestess and another one Lana,
One Doobleve D, look! A dancing banana!
One Linkalicious, another one Clovah,
One Mr Zero, renowned the world over.
One JtoTheP, one Fetcherada,
One Misha, one Trickster, and one Telperaca.
And others ones Larry, Irene, Fire and Storm.
All individual, so far from the norm.
But now she just yells out ‘Dave!’ in a state,
Coz she didn’t do it, and now it’s too late.

I severely edited this poem, adding names of members and changing the ending laughing out loud


LAUGH. MY. ****ING. ASS. OFF.


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Syren
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happy Took me flipping AGES, trying to get the names to rhyme laughing out loud


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It's simply genius.


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Syren
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big grin I won't take complete credit, I mean, I saw the title and had to put it up here. But then I decided to change the names that the poet used to fit us in


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syren soooo funny.


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It's very true! stick out tongue


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"If clowns warred on monkeys, and the monkeys had guns, and were trained to use them, who would win?"

Death only gives another set of choices.

He who dies with the most toys. Still dies.

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Syren
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Does anyone have any other poems that they really love? Written by published poets....


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Nerdanel
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I love the works of emily dickinson. Her poems all all dark!

Two of my favs!

I ’M nobody! Who are you?

I ’M nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *

I FELT a funeral in my brain,

I FELT a funeral in my brain
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.


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Syren
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I like the one that goes;

"There's a certain slant of light..."


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Syren
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Also this;

The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when the heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

It's one of the very first well known poems I read at school and I've loved it ever since, I used to think it was written by Maya Angelou because that's who we were studying when I came across it, but I'll have to check. It's probably William Blake.


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quote:
Originally posted by Syren
Does anyone have any other poems that they really love? Written by published poets....


I really like the Eagle, by Lord Tennyson

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.



I like he structure and simplicity of it. I'm also really into the sonnets.


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"If clowns warred on monkeys, and the monkeys had guns, and were trained to use them, who would win?"

Death only gives another set of choices.

He who dies with the most toys. Still dies.

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I like it too, it's short but everything's said in just that length, y'know?

nother of my faves, I love the message, it's simple but quite poignant.

The World Is A Beautiful Place – Laurence Ferlinghetti

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don’t mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don’t sing
all the time
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don’t mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn’t half so bad
if it isn’t you.


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This guy is one of my very fave poets. I especially like 'Wind', 'The Warm and the Cold' and 'Work & Play' by him also.

Amulet – Ted Hughes

Inside the wolf’s fang, the mountain of heather.
Inside the mountain of heather, the wolf’s fur.
Inside the wolf’s fur, the ragged forest.
Inside the ragged forest, the wolf’s foot.
Inside the wolf’s foot, the stony horizon.
Inside the stony horizon, the wolf’s tongue.
Inside the wolf’s tongue, the doe’s tears.
Inside the doe’s tears, the frozen swamp.
Inside the frozen swamp, the wolf’s blood.
Inside the wolf’s blood, the snow wind.
Inside the snow wind, the wolf’s eye.
Inside the wolf’s eye, the North star.
Inside the North star, the wolf’s fang.


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Okay, in school we have a seciton of English devoted to poetry, where we learn to modern authors and then some pre-1914 stuff. I don't really like the authors, but the old poems are really good.

The Man He Killed

'Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!

'But ranged as infantry,
And staring face to face,
I shot at him as he at me,
And killed him in his place.
'I shot him dead beacause-
Because he was my foe,
Just so: my foe of course he was;
That#s clear enough; althugh

'He thought he'd 'list, perhaps
Off-hand like - just as I -
Was out of work - had sold his traps =
No other reason why.

'Yes; quaint and curious war is!
You shoot a fellow down
You'd treat if met where any bar is,
Or help to half-crown.'

Thomas Hardy
1902


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"If clowns warred on monkeys, and the monkeys had guns, and were trained to use them, who would win?"

Death only gives another set of choices.

He who dies with the most toys. Still dies.

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OMG, Thomas Hardy is so good. I've just completed an A Level assignment dedicated to the analysis of two poems, one being Ted Hughes' 'Wind' and the other 'The Voice' by Hardy happy


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Yep!

How great is the word 'nipperkin'?


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"If clowns warred on monkeys, and the monkeys had guns, and were trained to use them, who would win?"

Death only gives another set of choices.

He who dies with the most toys. Still dies.

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A Published Poet

quote:
Originally posted by Syren
Does anyone have any other poems that they really love? Written by published poets....


I'm a published poet. I was first published at age 17 in a national newspaper called 'Die Burger' here in South Africa (6 poems in Haiku form, but unfortunately in my mother language, Afrikaans, so all English readers would not understand them). I was also recently published in Meeting of the Minds Journal- the Labyrinth Edition Volume 2 printed edition - not in electronic format in the USA - go to meetingofthemindsjournal.com; also in 2 Voices Network anthologies - go to:
voicesnet.org/allpoemsoneauthor.aspx?memberid=611110010
- I've already received a copy of the Meeting of the Minds Journal printed edition in which one of my poems was published earlier this year(I was ecstatic seeing my poem in print!); the two anthologies from VoicesNet(1 of my poems in each) is due for print later this year.

The publishers I mention above are NOT vanity presses, unlike many other on line 'publishers', they actually pass your submitted poems through a panel of judges - I've submitted over 50 poems to VoicesNet and only 2 got published, so their standards are quite high, not that I want to sound at all like a bragger.

So, here are my published poems:

From Meeting of the Minds journal - the Labyrinth Edition Volume 2:

Smoking the Sun

I am smoking the sun at last -
Its flavor like the burning orange I have always flamed
inside the infernal love and lust of my mind.

I am dragging the vast and greying force
into slackened form of fated crumble.
And with the craving of ashes to become one
with blind, scattered oblivion of origins and ends –
this is the eternal moment of mad imagination!

I am smoking the sun at last – the core of a pleasure –
The cure for sucking as it lights the way to the filtering desire.
It’s now stained with hellish deposits of revolting black nauseated - my shade satisfied.

I am breathing Sun as she absorbs the moistened flesh.
And as the hot ashes of being cycles cold into heat once more;
And as the breathing rhythmically nears its repose
It reeks incessantly of glorious revolt!


From the two VoicesNet Anthologies:

Author: Werner Reyneke (my real name)
Poem id: 79859

To My Brother Who Wants To Fly

May the power, courage and energy
running through the veins of your will
drive the wings of your dreams to soar.

Direct the vision of your passion to the skies
and its weight will turn to airborne feathers.
You’ll fly as free as an eagle,
carried on the wind of heaven’s breathing!




Poem id: 65418

To Love And Time

The sweetest goddess of love
sat by the lively brook of time
and dipped her little toe
into the hasty flow.

She queried earth of bonds and dirt,
'why fret so much over things to come
when those that are have barely space
to prove their zest?'

'Oh, frailest mortal', Earth replied.
'How can you try me on such a bent
when you yourself have come to being
on the very ways of my ageless concern?'!



Hope you enjoy


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quote:
Originally posted by Syren
Also this;
It's one of the very first well known poems I read at school and I've loved it ever since, I used to think it was written by Maya Angelou because that's who we were studying when I came across it, but I'll have to check. It's probably William Blake.


Yes, it is William Blake. thumb up


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Link One

Link Two

I just thought I'd turn your addresses you gave into links to make it a little easier for members to check your work out big grin


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Re: A Published Poet

quote:
Originally posted by Philosophicus
To My Brother Who Wants To Fly

May the power, courage and energy
running through the veins of your will
drive the wings of your dreams to soar.

Direct the vision of your passion to the skies
and its weight will turn to airborne feathers.
You’ll fly as free as an eagle,
carried on the wind of heaven’s breathing!


I like this one, it's a wonderfully descriptive way of saying 'I hope all your dreams come true', am I right? Really a very sweet poem.


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