Poetry

Su Jacko

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Any favourite poets or poems. Any favourites that you like to listen to or read out loud?

I love the poetry of Wilfred Owen, which we had to study in school but gave me a solid base for his work.
For sheer nonsense Lewis Carroll, all that opium you see :ill:
Also can't beat a bit of Seamus Heaney.

:)
 
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink ;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot : O Christ !
That ever this should be !
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night ;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.


its not the whole thing of course
 
poetry is good but don't overdo it cos it'll fuck you're head up and make you think you live in wonderland or smth...
 
fuck your head up? its just really annoying. do you remember the gay prince in 'holy grail' who wants to siiiiing and his dad tells him to cut the shit and to marry the ugly fat rich princess? i feel like the dad when someone pulls poetry.
 
Su Jacko said:
Any favourite poets or poems. Any favourites that you like to listen to or read out loud?

I love the poetry of Wilfred Owen, which we had to study in school but gave me a solid base for his work.
For sheer nonsense Lewis Carroll, all that opium you see :ill:
Also can't beat a bit of Seamus Heaney.

:)


ah heaneys a load of me eye,

lewis carroll is good, i was in an old pub out somewhere in scouseland where he was born or christened or summat and they had one of his poems runnin right across the walls like a border, it was doing me head in at the time :erk:. They also used brick for ashtrays. :ill:
 
THE TALE OF SINTONE

And they fell in through
the sound of wind.
crashing teapots/teacups.
"Shall we but not go sailing?"
"Yes sailing shall we" responded Sintone.
out we go sailing went, sailing is.

Upon the water they emerged all dressed in
upon the night sky,
in a net to go sailing.
As when upon the water and love they did with.

When then emerging from within the water,
a long sleek tongue caressing my Sintone
on the ocean of my teacupnet.

Later, as returning to the scene,
blood had been greatly spilled,
flowing over our net
as my beautiful Sintone lay
writing in her own red ink.

I wonder how he caressed her?


--by:Bryan
 
Bambi said:
ah heaneys a load of me eye,

lewis carroll is good, i was in an old pub out somewhere in scouseland where he was born or christened or summat and they had one of his poems runnin right across the walls like a border, it was doing me head in at the time :erk:. They also used brick for ashtrays. :ill:

Brick as ashtrays!? Hark at you goin' to the posh pubs!
Carroll was barking..
"I thought I saw an elephant, standing on a lamp.
I looked again and saw it was a penny postage stamp"
Boss!
 
ah it was a dead old fashioned pub out in the arsehole of nowhere, there was an old horse trough outside and all. it was sorta posh tho too

I cant remember where it was cos the lads who drove us were smoking skunk and by the time we got there i was off me biccie on secondary smoke o_O