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    Friday Poetry Corner

    There Will Be No Peace


    Though mild clear weather
    Smile again on the shire of your esteem
    And its colors come back, the storm has changed you:

    You will not forget, ever,
    The darkness blotting out hope, the gale
    Prophesying your downfall.

    You must live with your knowledge.
    Way back, beyond, outside of you are others,
    In moonless absences you never heard of

    Who have certainly heard of you,
    Beings of unknown number and gender:
    And they do not like you.

    What have you done to them?
    Nothing? Nothing is not an answer;
    You will come to believe - how can you help it? -

    That you did, you did do something;
    You will find yourself wishing you could make them laugh,
    You will long for their friendship.

    There will be no peace.
    Fight back, then, with such courage as you have
    And every unchivalrous dodge you know of,
    Clear in your conscience on this:

    Their cause, if they had one, is nothing to them now;
    They hate for hate's sake.

    - by W. H. Auden, 1956

    #2
    This probably applies specificaly to this forum!

    Two, one, two, three, four

    Ev'rybody's talking about
    Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism,
    Ragism, Tagism
    This-ism, That-ism, is-m, is-m, is-m

    All we are saying is give peace a chance,
    All we are saying is give peace a chance

    Yeah!
    C'mon
    Ev'rybody's talking about Ministers,
    Sinisters, Banisters
    And canisters, Bishops, and Fishops,
    And Rabbis, and Pop eyes, Bye, bye, bye byes

    All we are saying is give peace a chance,
    All we are saying is give peace a chance

    Let me tell you now
    Ev'rybody's talking about
    Revolution, evolution, masturbation,
    Flagellation, regulation, integration,
    Meditation, United Nations,
    Congratulations.

    All we are saying is give peace a chance,
    All we are saying is give peace a chance

    Ev'rybody's talking about
    John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary,
    Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan,
    Tommy Copper,
    Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer,
    Allen Ginsberg, Hare Krishna,
    Hare, Hare
    Krishna

    All we are saying is give peace a chance,
    All we are saying is give peace a chance
    All we are saying is give peace a chance,
    All we are saying is give peace a chance
    All we are saying is give peace a chance,
    All we are saying is give peace a chance
    All we are saying is give peace a chance,
    All we are saying is give peace a chance
    All we are saying is give peace a chance,
    All we are saying is give peace a chance
    All we are saying is give peace a chance,
    All we are saying is give peace a chance
    All we are saying is give peace a chance,
    All we are saying is give peace a chance

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      #3
      I still maintain poetry is for women and homosexuals.

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        #4
        Originally posted by NoddY
        I still maintain poetry is for women and homosexuals.
        And in which section do you find yourself Noddy?
        Or has Big Ears convinced you that the bed you share with him is the norm?

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          #5
          how about this poem? :-)

          Fratelli d'Italia
          lyrics by Goffredo Mameli
          music by Michele Novaro

          Fratelli d'Italia,
          l'Italia s'è desta;
          dell'elmo di Scipio
          s'è cinta la testa.
          Dov'è la Vittoria?
          Le porga la chioma;
          ché schiava di Roma
          Iddio la creò.

          Stringiamoci a coorte!
          Siam pronti alla morte;
          Siam pronti alla morte;
          Italia chiamò.

          Noi fummo da secoli
          calpesti, derisi,
          perché non siam popolo,
          perché siam divisi.
          Raccolgaci un'unica
          bandiera, una speme:
          di fonderci insieme
          già l'ora suonò.

          Stringiamoci a coorte!
          Siam pronti alla morte;
          Siam pronti alla morte;
          Italia chiamò.

          Uniamoci, amiamoci;
          l'unione e l'amore
          rivelano ai popoli
          le vie del Signore.
          Giuriamo far libero
          il suolo natio:
          uniti, per Dio,
          chi vincer ci può?

          Stringiamoci a coorte!
          Siam pronti alla morte;
          Siam pronti alla morte;
          Italia chiamò.

          Dall'Alpe a Sicilia,
          dovunque è Legnano;
          ogn'uom di Ferruccio
          ha il core e la mano;
          i bimbi d'Italia
          si chiaman Balilla;
          il suon d'ogni squilla
          i Vespri suonò.

          Stringiamoci a coorte!
          Siam pronti alla morte;
          Siam pronti alla morte;
          Italia chiamò.

          Son giunchi che piegano
          le spade vendute;
          già l'aquila d'Austria
          le penne ha perdute.

          Il sangue d'Italia
          e il sangue Polacco
          bevé col Cosacco, ma il cor le bruciò.

          Stringiamoci a coorte!
          Siam pronti alla morte;
          Siam pronti alla morte;
          Italia chiamò.
          I've seen much of the rest of the world. It is brutal and cruel and dark, Rome is the light.

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            #6
            Sweet Lucy was a dancer
            But none of us would chance her
            Because she was a Samurai
            She made electric shadows
            Beyond our fingertips
            And none of us could reach that high
            She came on like a teaser
            I had to touch and please her
            Enjoy a little paradise
            The log was in my pocket
            When Lucy met the Rockett
            And she never knew the reason why

            I can't deny it
            With that smile on her face
            It's not the kill
            It's the thrill of the chase

            Feel it coming
            It's knocking at the door
            You know it's no good running
            It's not against the law
            The point of no return
            And now you know the score
            And now you're learning
            What's knockin' at your back door

            Sweet Nancy was so fancy
            To get into her pantry
            Had to be the aristocracy
            The members that she toyed with
            At her city club
            Were something in diplomacy
            So we put her on the hit list
            Of a common cunning linguist
            A master of many tongues
            And now she eases gently
            From her Austin to her Bentley
            Suddenly she feels so young
            SA says;
            Well you looked so stylish I thought you batted for the other camp - thats like the ultimate compliment!

            I couldn't imagine you ever having a hair out of place!

            n5gooner is awarded +5 Xeno Geek Points.
            (whatever these are)

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              #7
              Deep Purple
              from "Perfect Strangers" (90% sure)
              Can't remember the title of the song.

              Off we go to Highwaystar.com....

              Edit : Knocking at your back door (Controversial)
              Last edited by Fleetwood; 7 July 2006, 13:27.
              We must strike at the lies that have spread like disease through our minds

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                #8
                Originally posted by Fleetwood
                Deep Purple
                from "Perfect Strangers" (90% sure)
                Can't remember the title of the song.

                Off we go to Highwaystar.com....

                Edit : Knocking at your back door (Controversial)
                spot on! Knocking at your back door....ummm intresting...
                SA says;
                Well you looked so stylish I thought you batted for the other camp - thats like the ultimate compliment!

                I couldn't imagine you ever having a hair out of place!

                n5gooner is awarded +5 Xeno Geek Points.
                (whatever these are)

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                  #9
                  Blues eyes fighting the grey eyes fighting the tears
                  Armed to the teeth for a war of words
                  Reaching all the years
                  I advanced across a poppy field
                  I saw the gleam as you raised your shield
                  And love screamed down
                  With the sun behind its back

                  Our Fathers were all soldiers,
                  Shall we be soldiers too
                  Fighting and falling like soldiers do

                  Nothing is clear in this tactical unclear war
                  I can't be bothered to find out
                  What we are fighting for
                  No one can win this war of the senses
                  I see no reason to drop my defences
                  So stand fast my emotions,
                  Rally round my shaking heart

                  Our Fathers were all soldiers,
                  Shall we be soldiers too
                  Fighting and falling like soldiers do

                  Blue eyes fighting the grey eyes fighting the tears
                  Armed to the teeth for a war of words
                  Reaching all the years
                  I advanced across a poppy field
                  I saw the gleam as you raised your shield
                  And love screamed down
                  With the sun behind its back
                  I knew once again I was under attack
                  So stand fast my emotions,
                  Rally round my shaking heart

                  Our Fathers were all soldiers,
                  Shall we be soldiers too
                  Fighting and falling like soldiers
                  Fighting and falling like soldiers
                  Fighting and falling like soldiers do

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                    #10
                    There was an old woman from Leith
                    Who would circumcise men with her teeth
                    It wasn't for fame,
                    or love of the game
                    but to get at the cheese underneath.
                    Hard Brexit now!
                    #prayfornodeal

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