Favorite Poems
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It's not shameless self promotion coz none of us buy poetry anyhow.
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Didn't he already mention why?
Oh, yeah, he did.Veldrynus wrote:poems are gay
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I still get choked up when I read Tennyson's Ulysses
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vexed the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breath were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle —
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me —
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vexed the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breath were life. Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this grey spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle —
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me —
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Before you criticize someone, first walk a mile in their shoes. If they get mad, you'll be a mile away. And you'll have their shoes.
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Still persisting with the gay jokes? How trite.Veldrynus wrote:Did I already mention that poems are gay?
Right.Veldrynus wrote:Well, if there is an art form I dislike, it is poetry.
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Hmmm. I don't agree with your position, but here are some things to think about.Veldrynus wrote:Did I already mention that poems are gay?
Right.Veldrynus wrote:Well, if there is an art form I dislike, it is poetry.
DId you enter a forum topic about favorite poems?
Songs are more or less poems set to music. Have you ever sung a song? Do you listen to songs on the radio or tv? Do you go to concerts?
It the answer to any of the above is "yes" and your statement is correct then you just outed yourself.
GOW
Frodo: "I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened."
Gandalf: "So do all who live to see such times but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."
Gandalf: "So do all who live to see such times but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."
Before this turns into a discussion on homosexuality and/or nazism, I'll post another poem I like - written by William E. Henley. Like Kipling's "If" it is a testament to the Victorian "stiff upper lip" stoicism.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced, nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance,
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
Looms the horror of the shade.
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate.
I am the captain of my soul.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced, nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance,
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
Looms the horror of the shade.
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate.
I am the captain of my soul.
In War: Resolution, In Defeat: Defiance, In Victory: Magnanimity, In Peace: Goodwill.
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All my subtle insinuation swept away...Grumpy Old Wizard wrote: It the answer to any of the above is "yes" and your statement is correct then you just outed yourself.
So, anyone know any poems about Homosexuality and Nazism?
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Said a gay transvestite Nazi,ThunderTitan wrote:So, anyone know any poems about Homosexuality and Nazism?
"Our program may sound hotsy-totsy,
But a girl, when you diddle her,
Spreads her thighs with Heil Hitler!
And it all seems a little ersatzy."
(slightly edited version of a 1943 Limerick)
Before you criticize someone, first walk a mile in their shoes. If they get mad, you'll be a mile away. And you'll have their shoes.
*Starts shameless self promotion*
One of my favorite Authors. This was part 1, no part 2 as I know of. Called Helping Hand. This author 'borrowed' a relitives name because they are actually very shy....now they regret it however. (Been several years), as they got published.
Deep in the depths of you, find something
new. You find the strength to do something
you could not do. If you'd look, you'd be
surprised at what you'd find, when you focus
your body, your heart, your mind. Your
body can get weak or tired, but you'll find
that once you get inspired, nothing can
keep you down and out, because being a
soldier is what it is all about. Courage
does not mean you have never known fear,
but that when the chips are down, you don't
disappear. Shoulder to shoulder, back
to back we stand. When one falls, another
is there to lend a hand. Even the mind can
tell you to run, that there is no hope, the
day is done. Reach down when it is that
darkest hour, and you will find that you
have that power.
Same Author, different poem.
Hearts Truth
The heart is the one thing that can never lead you astray
You must listen carefully, however, to hear what it has to say
Distract not yourself with the noise of the mind, so unclear
And in the end you will see, there is nothing left to fear.
For the heart always knows the path you must take
and it is the one thing you can not afford to forsake
Listen to your Hearts Truth, it is the only truth out there
of all other advice take with caution, always be aware.
I wrote this ryhm just for you and it is a one of a kind
the words leap onto the page, fleeing from my mind.
It is an original, flowing with the wisdom of youth,
Yet even this can not compare to the wholeness of your Heart's Truth.
*ends shameless self promotion*
One of my favorite Authors. This was part 1, no part 2 as I know of. Called Helping Hand. This author 'borrowed' a relitives name because they are actually very shy....now they regret it however. (Been several years), as they got published.
Deep in the depths of you, find something
new. You find the strength to do something
you could not do. If you'd look, you'd be
surprised at what you'd find, when you focus
your body, your heart, your mind. Your
body can get weak or tired, but you'll find
that once you get inspired, nothing can
keep you down and out, because being a
soldier is what it is all about. Courage
does not mean you have never known fear,
but that when the chips are down, you don't
disappear. Shoulder to shoulder, back
to back we stand. When one falls, another
is there to lend a hand. Even the mind can
tell you to run, that there is no hope, the
day is done. Reach down when it is that
darkest hour, and you will find that you
have that power.
Same Author, different poem.
Hearts Truth
The heart is the one thing that can never lead you astray
You must listen carefully, however, to hear what it has to say
Distract not yourself with the noise of the mind, so unclear
And in the end you will see, there is nothing left to fear.
For the heart always knows the path you must take
and it is the one thing you can not afford to forsake
Listen to your Hearts Truth, it is the only truth out there
of all other advice take with caution, always be aware.
I wrote this ryhm just for you and it is a one of a kind
the words leap onto the page, fleeing from my mind.
It is an original, flowing with the wisdom of youth,
Yet even this can not compare to the wholeness of your Heart's Truth.
*ends shameless self promotion*
Warning, may cause confusion, blindness, raising of eybrows, and insanity.
Don't worry, I won't offend everyone's delicate sensibilities again... well at least until I have some time to come up with something new.Gaidal Cain wrote: For all that's holy, don't encourage him!
"What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were like a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?" - Richard P. Feynman
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