Friday Poetry Corner

[AlfredJPruffock]

The sense of danger must not disappear:
The way is certainly both short and steep,

However gradual it looks from here;
Look if you like, but you will have to leap.


Tough-minded men get mushy in their sleep
And break the by-laws any fool can keep;

It is not the convention but the fear
That has a tendency to disappear.


The worried efforts of the busy heap,
The dirt, the imprecision, and the beer

Produce a few samrt wisecracke every year;
Laugh if you can, but you will have to leap.

The clothes that are considered right to wear
Will not be either sensible or cheap,

So long as we consent to live like sheep
And never mention those who disappear.


Much can be said for social savior-faire,
Bu to rejoice when no one else is there

Is even harder than it is to weep;
No one is watching, but you have to leap.


A solitude ten thousand fathoms deep
Sustains the bed on which we lie, my dear:

Although I love you, you will have to leap;
Our dream of safety has to disappear.

[Kyajae]

The sense of danger must not disappear:
The way is certainly both short and steep,
However gradual it looks from here;
Look if you like, but you will have to leap.


Tough-minded men get mushy in their sleep
And break the by-laws any fool can keep;
It is not the convention but the fear
That has a tendency to disappear.


The worried efforts of the busy heap,
The dirt, the imprecision, and the beer
Produce a few samrt wisecracke every year;
Laugh if you can, but you will have to leap.

The clothes that are considered right to wear
Will not be either sensible or cheap,

So long as we consent to live like sheep
And never mention those who disappear.

WH Auden

Much can be said for social savior-faire,
Bu to rejoice when no one else is there
Is even harder than it is to weep;
No one is watching, but you have to leap.


A solitude ten thousand fathoms deep
Sustains the bed on which we lie, my dear:

Although I love you, you will have to leap;
Our dream of safety has to disappear.

Are you some kind of luvvy poofta?

[realityhack]

Are you some kind of luvvy poofta?

Hey - don't disrespect the Poetry Corner, heathen!

[Kyajae]

Hey - don't disrespect the Poetry Corner, heathen!

Diss it? More like p*ss it!

[wobbegong]

Something from the orient . . .

An Evening in the Mountains

After rain the empty mountain
Stands autumnal in the evening,
Moonlight in its groves of pine,
Stones of crystal in its brooks.
Bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home,
Lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat --
And what does it matter that springtime has gone,
While you are here, O Prince of Friends?

Wang Wei

[freakydancer]

I know you didn't fall that far
From the tree
You take after me
Already sold my soul
Somewhere along the line it all went wrong
And the pissheads in the doorway sing my favourite song
We're all out of key

[AlfredJPruffock]

Are you some kind of luvvy poofta?

The worried efforts of the busy heap
The dirt the imprecision, and the beer

Produce a few smart wisecracks every year;

Laugh if you can

... but you will have to leap.

Contemno nusquam praeter odium

[realityhack]

Diss it? More like p*ss it!

A rhyme about respect, no challenge for an intellect.

getting my coat now...

[TheRightStuff]

So bad it's a Classic
******************

ICE ICE BABY
Yo VIP, Let's kick it!
Ice Ice Baby
Ice Ice Baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs ahold of me tightly
Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo-- I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull's eye
The kid don't play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, and the Vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they're not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waiting just to say Hi
Did you stop?
No-- I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
Yo-- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lambourghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with the guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine--
All I heard was shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo-- I'll solve it!
Check out the hook While Deshay revolves it.
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice
Yo man-- Let's get out of here!
Word to your mother!
Ice Ice Baby Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold
Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold

[threaded]

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.