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what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/18/2010 5:51:00 PM   
Lizbetbathory


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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/18/2010 6:03:28 PM   
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and.....

THE BRIDGE BUILDER by WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE

An old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim-
That sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned, when he reached the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
"You are wasting strength in building here.
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way.
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head.
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."

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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/18/2010 6:43:07 PM   
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Status: offline 		I'm a performance poet, so I had to mentally sift through a LOT of poems I've read or heard...but Andrea Gibson's 'Blue Blanket' gives me shivers every time (and it's on youtube if anyone's interested).

My favorite song...is between 'Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones and 'Hey Jude' by the Beatles.

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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/18/2010 6:46:13 PM   
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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/18/2010 6:52:41 PM   
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Status: offline 		I have two favorites..the first one is titled, "Auguries of Innocence" by William Blake..It is too long to copy and paste here but here is the link..I see at least the first two thirds of it as an anthem to be kind to animals or you will get yours in the afterlife..if there is one...I am an animal lover for sure!

http://www.artofeurope.com/blake/bla3.htm

The second one is titled, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot and here is the link..I am really not much into poetry but both of these struck a cord with me... This one has that famous like "Do I dare to eat a peach?"

http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html

Enjoy!

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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/18/2010 7:23:39 PM   
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"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot


This is mine.

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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/18/2010 8:46:08 PM   
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Status: offline 		Most songs that I like musically have interesting lyrics but they don't speak directly to me. There are a few exceptions and the following is the first exception that came to mind:

Heroes by David Bowie

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can beat them, just for one day
We can be Heroes, just for one day

And you, you can be mean
And I, I'll drink all the time
'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact
Yes we're lovers, and that is that

Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time,
just for one day
We can be Heroes, for ever and ever
What d'you say?

I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing,
nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes,
just for one day

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be Heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day

I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns shot above our heads
(over our heads)
And we kissed,
as though nothing could fall
(nothing could fall)
And the shame was on the other side
Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever
Then we could be Heroes,
just for one day

We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
Just for one day
We can be Heroes

We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying,
then you better not stay
But we could be safer,
just for one day

Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh,
just for one day

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As for poetry, I'm far from being knowledgeable in this area, but the first one to come to mind is:

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/18/2010 10:47:55 PM   
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I have 2 favourites.

Kevin Bloody Wilson - The Kid (He Swears A Bit)



First time he'd ever had shoes on, very first day at school
And the sweet young teacher, straight from college, her first day there too
His Mum and Miss Brown chatted about living out there in the scrub,
And how he'd grown up with the shearers and how he'd done it pretty rough.

But he could cull and crutch and dip and dag though he was only six,
"But I think it's best to warn you, she said, he swears a little bit"
"I'll keep me eyes on him", Miss Brown promised,
"He can be my helping hand, and I'm sure we'll be the best of friends, now won't we, little man?"
He didn't even raise his eyes, he just bit his bottom lip and shuffled sand with his new shoes and said "I don't give a shit".

"Now, now", she said "if you don't swear I'll let you ring the bell", he said "You're supposed to be the fuckin' gun, go ring the cunt yourself"

"But tell me what time's fuckin smoko?
What time do we knock off?
And I'm busting for a fuckin shit where's the thunderbox?
And do we get our daily rollie weed and six cold cans of piss?
And can any bastard tell me, whose fuckin' show is this?"

But that didn't seem to phase her, she just knelt down next to him
And sweetly smiled and softly whispered, "We'd better start again,
Because you must learn not to swear like that because it's against the rules",
he said "Well, stick your rules, and stick your shoes and stick the fuckin' school"

But she just grit her teeth and forced a smile, and didn't let it show
She just said "Let's both go on the verandah and we'll have another go,
Now if you stand here beside me, you can help me call the children up" he said,
"You don't need me to help ya, what you need's a fuckin' mutt"

But again it just bounced off her, and she let his comment pass,
Had've been me I would've kicked that midget mongrel up the arse
But she said "Now listen carefully boys and girls, and please don't make a sound"
"You tell 'em lady, now you bastards, get around"

"and find out what time's fuckin smoko?
What time do we knock off?
And I'm busting for a fuckin shit where to find the thunderbox?
And do we get our daily rollie weed and six cold cans of piss?
And can any bastard tell me, whose fuckin' show is this?"

That kid had turned the schoool right on its ear
And come recess time, two teachers'd had funckin' heart attacks and another six resigned
But through the barragh and the bedlam, Miss Brown just keep her cool,
and just ignored the little arsehole who was tryin' to wreck the school

The head said "just hide here in the staffroom until things settle down
It's really quite a lovely school, you'll get to like it here Miss Brown"
But back out side there in the schoolyard things were getting pretty hot
The little cunt had formed a union and signed all the other mongrels up
'Cos he'd learned proper from the shearers, and remembered what they'd taught
He'd promised one day on and three days off, and if it rained, don't come at all.

But meanwhile, back the in the building the staff were shitting broken glass,
As the little sawn off savages started chantin' their demands

They said "Oi, what time's fuckin smoko?
What time do we knock off?
And we're busting for a fuckin' shit, where's the thunderbox?
And do we get our daily rollie weed and six cold cans of piss?
And can any bastard tell us, whose fuckin' show is this?"

The shit-scared just shook and trembled, as he sobbed "Stick with me staff!"
As one boy, one those left behind, up and bolted for their cars,
And they knew their head had gone ta-das and his spring had finally sprung,
when he pissed and shit his daks, and started screaming for his Mum
(Muuuuum, Muuuuum!)

Then Miss Brown volunteered and said, "I know I'm only new,
but I spent my life around shearing sheds, I'll see what I can do,
Because my brothers are all shearers and I was once their roust-about,
So I'll go out there if you like, and try and sort the problem out",
She ducked and weaved and sidestepped, as she walked across the yard,
And straight up to the little cunt, drinking rum and playing cards,
And when she decked him with a four by two, the whole school stopped and gawked, and she said
"Listen here you little cunt, we need to fucking talk

'Cos there ain't no fucking smoko, I'll say when we knock off,
I'll tell you when to fucking shit too, 'cos I'm the fucking boss,
You can forget you fuckin' rollie weed, you'll get fuck all here for free,
and if you want to know who runs the show...Fucking ME!




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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/18/2010 11:39:32 PM   
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"The rule is perfect: in all matters of opinion our adversaries are insane."

"I was gratified to be able to answer promptly, and I did. I said I didn't know"

"Few things are harder to put up with than the annoyance of a good example"

Mark Twain

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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/19/2010 12:06:01 AM   
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Status: offline 		At the moment I'm in the grips of a deep melancholy so my choice is, perhaps a little morose...

An excerpt taken from Charles Dickens The Mystery of Edwin Drood

"I loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hells of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly."

And though my friends mock me and pour derision upon my lapse in taste...

Emily Bronte

Remembrance

Cold in the earth -- and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?

Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
Resting their wings where heath and fern leaves cover
Thy noble heart forever, ever more?

Cold in the earth -- and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills, have melted into spring;
Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!

Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
While the world's tide is bearing me along;
Other desires and other hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

No later light has lightened up my heaven,
No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.

But, when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy,
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.

Then did I check the tears of useless passion --
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
Down to that tomb already more than mine.

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?

The last paragraph I have highlighted in bold resonates with my current emotional state.

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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/19/2010 2:42:16 PM   
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxyo1bMQyEY

I knew a girl like that once. This recording never fails to make me cry.


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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/19/2010 5:26:20 PM   
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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/22/2010 2:13:45 AM   
Lizbetbathory


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Status: offline 		I like buckly hallelujah but love cohen's version. all great poems and songs people,

there is an oldish song called cant you see.. cant remember who it is by but the chorus is cant you see I wanna live but you just take mor ethan you need.

the remake of heaven a tribute to 9-11 always makes me bawl it is so bittersweet

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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/22/2010 2:24:18 AM   
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http://torch.cs.dal.ca/~johnston/poetry/resume.html - Resume Dorthy Parker
http://www.bartleby.com/101/720.html - Porphyria's Lover Robert Browning

Plyafulotter, The first verse of Auguries is on his stone in St Pauls in London, its a beautiful verse I think.

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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/22/2010 2:47:45 AM   
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Hush Hush whisper who dares
Little boy sits at the foot of the stairs
Hair in his hand
Blood on the mat
Christopher Robin castrated the cat

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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/22/2010 6:08:15 AM   
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You Say You are Holy

You say you are holy,
And that
Because I have not seen you sin.
Aye, but there are those
Who see you sin, my friend.

~Stephen Crane

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Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

~Pablo Neruda

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You held my lotus blossom
In your lips and played with the
Pistil. We took one piece of
Magic rhinoceros horn
And could not sleep all night long.
All night the cock’s gorgeous crest
Stood erect. All night the bee
Clung trembling to the flower
Stamens. Oh my sweet perfumed
Jewel! I will allow only
My lord to possess my sacred
Lotus pond, and every night
You can make blossom in me
Flowers of fire.

~ Huang O

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We Real Cool

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.
~Gwendolyn Brooks

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To Earthward

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,
The scent of -- was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.
I craved sweet things, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.
Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain
Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.
When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,
The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.

~Robert Frost

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A couple more, too... but that's enough for now.

I love poetry (shocker, eh?)

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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/24/2010 5:05:55 PM   
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Status: offline 		poety is one of the best forms of expression, same for song:) no matter what mood I am in I can find someting to suit it

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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/24/2010 5:25:17 PM   
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Mindful
 
Every day
I see or hear
something
that more or less
 
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
 
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for -
to look, to listen,
 
to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over
 
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
 
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
 
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
 
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light
 
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
 
~ Mary Oliver ~
 
 
Then there's Allen Ginsberg's HOWL which has become a read aloud classic with the group I spend Thanksgiving with.  Odd choice, I know, but when read by this group it actually makes sense.


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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/24/2010 7:02:44 PM   
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Favorite song is a tough call.  It's probably between Tangled up in Blue (Dylan), Rattled by the Rush (Pavement), and Venus in Furs (VU).

My favorite poem is The Comedian as the Letter C by Wallace Stevens, which is much too long to post. 

I've been on something of a nostalgic Dylan Thomas binge lately, though, and I've been really smitten with I See The Boys of Summer:

I see the boys of summer in their ruin
Lay the gold tithings barren,
Setting no store by harvest, freeze the soils;
Theire in their heat the winter floods
Of frozen loves they fetch their girls,
And drown the cargoed apples in their tides.

These boys of light are curdlers in their folly,
Sour the boiling honey;
The jacks of frost they finger in the hives;
There in the sun the frigid threads
Of doubt and dark they feed their nerves;
The signal moon is zero in their voids.

I see the summer children in their mothers
Split up the brawned womb's weathers,
Divide the night and day with fairy thumbs;
There in the deep with quartered shades
Of sun and moon they paint their dams
As sunlight paints the shelling of their heads.

I see that from these boys shall men of nothing
Stature by seedy shifting,
Or lame the air with leaping from its hearts;
There from their hearts the dogdayed pulse
Of love and light bursts in their throats.
O see the pulse of summer in the ice.

II

But seasons must be challenged or they totter
Into a chiming quarter
Where, punctual as death, we ring the stars;
There, in his night, the black-tongued bells
The sleepy man of winter pulls,
Nor blows back moon-and-midnight as she blows.

We are the dark deniers, let us summon
Death from a summer woman,
A muscling life from lovers in their cramp,
From the fair dead who flush the sea
The bright-eyed worm on Davy's lamp,
And from the planted womb the man of straw.

We summer boys in this four-winded spinning,
Green of the seaweed's iron,
Hold up the noisy sea and drop her birds,
Pick the world's ball of wave and froth
To choke the deserts with her tides,
And comb the county gardens for a wreath.

In spring we cross our foreheads with the holly,
Heigh ho the blood and berry,
And nail the merry squires to the trees;
Here love's damp muscle dries and dies,
Here break a kiss in no love's quarry.
O see the poles of promise in the boys.

III

I see the boys of summer in their ruin.
Man in his maggot's barren.
And boys are full and foreign in the pouch.
I am the man your father was.
We are the sons of flint and pitch.
O see the poles are kissing as they cross.


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RE: what is your favorite poem or song? - 5/24/2010 9:00:47 PM   
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"Dress Rehearsal Rag"

Four o'clock in the afternoon
and I didn't feel like very much.
I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,
where is your famous golden touch?"
I thought you knew where
all of the elephants lie down,
I thought you were the crown prince
of all the wheels in Ivory Town.
Just take a look at your body now,
there's nothing much to save
and a bitter voice in the mirror cries,
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."
Now if you can manage to get
your trembling fingers to behave,
why don't you try unwrapping
a stainless steel razor blade?
That's right, it's come to this,
yes it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a strange way down?

There's no hot water
and the cold is running thin.
Well, what do you expect from
the kind of places you've been living in?
Don't drink from that cup,
it's all caked and cracked along the rim.
That's not the electric light, my friend,
that is your vision growing dim.
Cover up your face with soap, there,
now you're Santa Claus.
And you've got a gift for anyone
who will give you his applause.
I thought you were a racing man,
ah, but you couldn't take the pace.
That's a funeral in the mirror
and it's stopping at your face.
That's right, it's come to this,
yes it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
ah wasn't it a strange way down?

Once there was a path
and a girl with chestnut hair,
and you passed the summers
picking all of the berries that grew there;
there were times she was a woman,
oh, there were times she was just a child,
and you held her in the shadows
where the raspberries grow wild.
And you climbed the twilight mountains
and you sang about the view,
and everywhere that you wandered
love seemed to go along with you.
That's a hard one to remember,
yes it makes you clench your fist.
And then the veins stand out like highways,
all along your wrist.
And yes it's come to this,
it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a strange way down?

You can still find a job,
go out and talk to a friend.
On the back of every magazine
there are those coupons you can send.
Why don't you join the Rosicrucians,
they can give you back your hope,
you can find your love with diagrams
on a plain brown envelope.
But you've used up all your coupons
except the one that seems
to be written on your wrist
along with several thousand dreams.
Now Santa Claus comes forward,
that's a razor in his mit;
and he puts on his dark glasses
and he shows you where to hit;
and then the cameras pan,
the stand in stunt man,
dress rehearsal rag,
it's just the dress rehearsal rag,
you know this dress rehearsal rag,
it's just a dress rehearsal rag.

< Message edited by Arpig -- 5/24/2010 9:04:27 PM >

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