Favorite poet(s) and poem(s)

[altezon]

Funny how you can hear of a person all your life and never take the time to investigate. Strange-looking bird.


From the poem I'd have guessed he was a military man, knowing about duty and coming up through the ranks. But his wiki-biography shows none of that. If this was published in 1896? he must have written it while he was living in the States. I'm wondering if the speech and attitude are genuine or made-up.

[billy]

Funny how you can hear of a person all your life and never take the time to investigate. Strange-looking bird.


From the poem I'd have guessed he was a military man, knowing about duty and coming up through the ranks. But his wiki-biography shows none of that. If this was published in 1896? he must have written it while he was living in the States. I'm wondering if the speech and attitude are genuine or made-up.

he was for a long time an editor of the military gazette in bombay i think,. so he could have been close to lots of english soldiers who were based there during the british occupation. one of his novels; the man who wold be king was about two army sergeants who visited him at the newspaper office to tell their story. but yes, good writers have the ability to make us think they're part of what they write about.

[frenkelwilliams1234]

I love to make my own poems and they are my favorites. I make poems in different languages. I made poetries about person's identity, use of garbage, old sweater, wave of water. foam of soap and etc. When once i have been to India i saw a very different thing called "PAYAL".I made a poem on "PAYAL". That is my favorite poem!

[billy]

hi frenkelwilliams 1234 soon to be know as fb.
post some of your poetry in the poetry sections.
we have a no comments section a mild feedback section and a section that
give the poem a real work out as such .
sadly a poem written in any other language than english would be incomprehensible
to most of us.
looking forward to reading some of your poetry

[mrmod]

Kidspoem/Bairnsang


it wis January
and a gey dreich day
the first day Ah went to the school
so my Mum happed me up in ma
good navy-blue napp coat wi the rid tartan hood
birled a scarf aroon ma neck
pu'ed oan ma pixie an' my pawkies
it wis that bitter
said
"noo ye'll no starve"
gie'd me a wee kiss and a kid-oan skelp oan the bum
and sent me aff across the playground
tae the place A'd learn to say
it was January
and a really dismal day
the first day I went to school
so my mother wrapped me up in my
best navy-blue top coat with the red tartan hood,
twirled a scarf around my neck,
pulled on my bobble-hat and mittens
it was so bitterly cold
said
"now you won't freeze to death"
gave me a little kiss and a pretend slap on the bottom
and sent me off across the playground
to the place I'd learn to forget to say
"it wis January
and a gey driech day
the first day Ah went to the school
so my Mum happed me up in ma
good navy-blue napp coat wi the rid tartan hood,
birled a scarf aroon ma neck,
pu'ed oan ma pixie and' ma pawkies
it wis that bitter."

Oh saying it was one thing
But when it came to writing it
In black and white
The way it had to be said
Was as if you were posh, grown-up, male, English and dead.

Written by Liz Lochhead

[billy]

Kidspoem/Bairnsang


it wis January
and a gey dreich day
the first day Ah went to the school
so my Mum happed me up in ma
good navy-blue napp coat wi the rid tartan hood
birled a scarf aroon ma neck
pu'ed oan ma pixie an' my pawkies
it wis that bitter
said
"noo ye'll no starve"
gie'd me a wee kiss and a kid-oan skelp oan the bum
and sent me aff across the playground
tae the place A'd learn to say

it was January
and a really dismal day
the first day I went to school
so my mother wrapped me up in my
best navy-blue top coat with the red tartan hood,
twirled a scarf around my neck,
pulled on my bobble-hat and mittens
it was so bitterly cold
said
"now you won't freeze to death"
gave me a little kiss and a pretend slap on the bottom
and sent me off across the playground
to the place I'd learn to forget to say
"it wis January
and a gey driech day
the first day Ah went to the school
so my Mum happed me up in ma
good navy-blue napp coat wi the rid tartan hood,
birled a scarf aroon ma neck,
pu'ed oan ma pixie and' ma pawkies
it wis that bitter."

Oh saying it was one thing
But when it came to writing it
In black and white
The way it had to be said
Was as if you were posh, grown-up, male, English and dead.

Written by Liz Lochhead

i read this yesterday a couple of times and loved it.
it brings the real feel of Scotland with it.
i'll be reading it again later.
thanks for sharing it dan

[billy]

a poem dedicated to V/F

Against Evil Company by Isaac Watts

Why should I join with those in Play,
In whom I've no delight,
Who curse and swear, but never pray,
Who call ill Names, and fight.

I hate to hear a wanton Song,
Their Words offend my Ears:
I should not dare defile my Tongue
With Language such as theirs.

Away from Fools I'll turn my Eyes,
Nor with the Scoffers go;
I would be walking with the Wise,
That wiser I may grow.

From one rude Boy that's us'd to mock
Ten learn the wicked Jest;
One sickly Sheep infects the Flock,
And poysons all the rest.

[altezon]

The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung.


...fragment from Canto Sixth of "The Lay of the Last Minstrel" by Sir Walter Scott
http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/minstrel.html

[billy]

i read the poem for the first time. and really enjoyed it.
it's called

Breathes There The Man.

nice one thanks.

[billy]

i read some of the first (here) and was in part enthralled.
will certainly read again and read more of your "heres"

and i agree that some lyrics make great poems and some song writers, poets.
Lou Reed can certainly walk on the wild side while Dylan like the candle, will always blow in and on the wind.
Donavon has also knocked out an odd poetic via his lyrics as well.

[addy]

I like this one by e.e. cummings Btw, this poem has a very specific spacing/format by the author that i can't mimic (some lines should be left-aligned/pushed in while others are normal). Anyone knoe how to do this so i can post the correct layout?

I Will Wade Out

i will wade out
till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
Alive
with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
Will i complete the mystery
of my flesh
I will rise
After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

[billy]

sorry addy. i had a look up and couldn't find anything apart from adding some code.

will look into more later.

i'm not a fan of cumming but i do like that one

[altezon]

♫ ♫

Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely nights

dreaming of a song.

That melody haunts my reverie,

and I am once again with you --

when our love is new

and each kiss an inspiration.

But that was long ago,

and now my consolation

lies in the stardust of a song.


Beside a garden wall where stars shone bright,

you were in my arms.

A nightengale sang his fairy tale --

a paradise where roses bloomed.

Though I dream in vain,

in my heart there always will remain

that stardust melody --

a memory of love's refrain.

♫ ♫



"Stardust" by Hoagy Carmichael

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Em3xyZz_mow

[billy]

i can't remember hearing it before but i like it

[altezon]

There was an updated version in the movie "Goodfellas".

[billy]

i would have heard that lol.

[altezon]

Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool.
But you yourself may serve to show it,
Every fool is not a poet.

Untitled by Alexander Pope

[billy]

I only recently discovered Sarah. i really enjoy this poem.

There Will Come Soft Rains By Sara Teasdale.

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

[altezon]

I only recently discovered Sarah. i really enjoy this poem.

There Will Come Soft Rains By Sara Teasdale.

***
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

I gather that Sara herself wouldn't
have minded if we had all perished.



Quite a gothic girl ... inspired Ray Bradbury
to write a short story the same name as the poem.