Favourite poet or poem?

[Mike]

Homer was an ancient greek poet, surely you must of heard of Homers Odyssey.

 

I'm sure he does. The hilarity was caused by the auto-find linking it to one of our esteemed moderators

[marc_p]

I'm sure he does. The hilarity was caused by the auto-find linking it to one of our esteemed moderators

 

Gotcha, cheers, I may divulge myself in the hilarity now

 

Anyway, how about this:d :

 

You have my heart

And we'll never be worlds apart

May be in magazines

But you'll still be my star

Baby cause in the dark

You can't see shiny cars

And that's when you need me there

With you I'll always share

Because

 

 

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be a friend

Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other.........

[Mike]

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be a friend

Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other.........

 

That's beautiful

[Gaz6002]

Anyway, how about this:d :

 

You have my heart

And we'll never be worlds apart

May be in magazines

But you'll still be my star

Baby cause in the dark

You can't see shiny cars

And that's when you need me there

With you I'll always share

Because

 

 

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be a friend

Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other.........

 

I'm beginning to really worry about you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Small head.

[marc_p]

I'm beginning to really worry about you.

 

People would of thought something was wrong if I hadn't quoted:d

[Animal]

I'm afraid I can only offer poems by Spike Milligan or the one about my friend Billy...

 

Not nuch help, me.

[Lbm]

Gotcha, cheers, I may divulge myself in the hilarity now

 

Anyway, how about this:d :

 

You have my heart

And we'll never be worlds apart

May be in magazines

But you'll still be my star

Baby cause in the dark

You can't see shiny cars

And that's when you need me there

With you I'll always share

Because

 

 

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be a friend

Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other.........

 

 

Oh God, it's not Rihanna rearing her head again is it?

[Tannhauser]

I would like to also find out people's choices here as to what they love.

 

So far my choices of poets are:

 

Rudyard Kipling, Charles Bukowski, E E Cummings, Homer, Shakespear, Milton, Blake, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Keats, and Wilde.

 

Anyone here into much poetry?

 

Shorter poems worth considering for inclusion (titles or quotes may not be exact):

 

Ozymandius - Percy Shelley

 

"My name is Ozymandius, king of kings

Look on my works ye mighty and despair!"

 

The Destruction of the Sennacharib - Byron

 

The song of Wandering Aengus - W.B. Yeats

 

"The silver apples of the moon, the golden apples of the sun"

 

On stopping in woods on a snowy evening - Robert Frost

 

"These 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"

 

anyhow lived in a pretty how town - e.e. cummings

 

"children remembered (but only a few)

and down they forgot as up they grew"

 

millie and mandy and molly and may - e.e. cummings

 

Lovely - you have to put that one in.

 

My favourite longer poems are:

 

Christabel - Coleridge

Kubla Khan - Coleridge

In Memoriam, AHH - Tennyson (an absolute monster poem)

The Rubiyaat - Omar Kayaam

The Grandmother - Tennyson

The Lotos-Eaters - Tennyson

Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard - Gray

[Tannhauser]

My very favourite poem is W. H. Auden's Musee des Beaux Artes.

 

About suffering they were never wrong,

The Old Masters; how well, they understood

Its human position; how it takes place

While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;

How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting

For the miraculous birth, there always must be

Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating

On a pond at the edge of the wood:

They never forgot

That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course

Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot

Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse

Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away

Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may

Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,

But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone

As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green

Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen

Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,

had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

[MaveriK]

Some of Jeff Buckleys lyrics are worth a pop as well

[RedM]

Anyone for Philip Larkin?

[Tannhauser]

Anyone for Philip Larkin?

 

Absolutely. Especially 'Toads':

 

"Why should I let the toad 'work' squat on my life?"

 

..... and the famous one (which I don't know the title of), which starts:

 

"They f**k you up

Your Mom and Dad

They do not mean to

But they do

 

Plus, Larkin looked like Eric Morecombe.

[RedM]

Absolutely. Especially 'Toads':

 

"Why should I let the toad 'work' squat on my life?"

 

..... and the famous one (which I don't know the title of), which starts:

 

"They f**k you up

Your Mom and Dad

They do not mean to

But they do

 

Plus, Larkin looked like Eric Morecombe.

 

This Be The Verse is the title. One of the Nations favourite poems I believe.

 

In full as it's bloody good.

 

They f**k you up, your mum and dad.

They may not mean to, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

And add some extra, just for you.

 

But they were f**ked up in their turn

By fools in old-style hats and coats,

Who half the time were soppy-stern

And half at one another's throats.

 

Man hands on misery to man.

It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can,

And don't have any kids yourself.

 

He looked like my Grandad.

[Mrs H]

Robert Frost....Nothing Gold Can Stay.

 

Vicki x