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Friday poetry day - No limericks!

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    Friday poetry day - No limericks!

    Been a while since we had this, so here's one to start with, Break, Break, Break by Alfred Lord Tennyson, written after a good friend of his, Arthur Hallam, died aged 22.

    Break, break, break,
    On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
    And I would that my tongue could utter
    The thoughts that arise in me.

    O, well for the fisherman's boy,
    That he shouts with his sister at play!
    O, well for the sailor lad,
    That he sings in his boat on the bay!

    And the stately ships go on
    To their haven under the hill;
    But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
    And the sound of a voice that is still!

    Break, break, break
    At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
    But the tender grace of a day that is dead
    Will never come back to me.
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    #2
    Originally posted by OwlHoot View Post
    Been a while since we had this, so here's one to start with, Break, Break, Break by Alfred Lord Tennyson, written after a good friend of his, Arthur Hallam, died aged 22.
    O wonder!
    How many goodly creatures are there here!
    How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
    That has such people in't.


    Typifies CUK General, I feel.
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      #3
      May I write haiku
      to avoid a limerick
      Who made owlhoot god?

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        #4
        Originally posted by bless 'em all View Post
        May I write haiku
        to avoid a limerick
        Who made owlhoot god?
        "I can put any old tat in my sig, put quotes around it and attribute to someone of whom I've heard, to make it sound true."
        - Voltaire/Benjamin Franklin/Anne Frank...

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          #5
          A cup, a smile, a dainty fist
          Then a smile no more
          A life of pain and troubles
          A bridge and sandy shore

          A cup, a smile, a dainty fist
          Then suddenly no more
          Will I some day meet him
          On that distant Golden shore
          (\__/)
          (>'.'<)
          ("")("") Born to Drink. Forced to Work

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            #6
            In honour of Breaking Bad starting again on Sunday, Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

            I met a traveller from an antique land
            Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
            Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
            Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
            And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
            Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
            Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
            The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
            And on the pedestal these words appear:
            "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
            Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
            Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
            Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
            The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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              #7
              Originally posted by bless 'em all View Post
              May I write haiku
              to avoid a limerick
              Who made owlhoot god?
              It is not Friday.
              Owlhoot is pretending he's
              Robinson Crusoe.

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                #8
                wow this is all new
                I have never composed Haiku
                hoping this will do

                Its not good enough?
                should offend Owlhoot as well
                Then Owlhoot's feet smell.
                Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.

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                  #9
                  and in honour of Sprite boy:

                  A candy bar.
                  A piece of cake.
                  A lollipop.
                  A chocolate shake.

                  A jelly donut.
                  Chocolate chips.
                  Some gummy worms
                  and licorice whips.

                  A candy cane.
                  A lemon drop.
                  Some bubblegum
                  and soda pop.

                  Vanilla wafers.
                  Cherry punch.
                  My mom slept in
                  while I made lunch.

                  --Kenn Nesbitt
                  Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.

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                    #10
                    Oh gie me a shillin' for some fags
                    and I'll pay yer back on Thursday,
                    but if you wait till Saturday
                    I'm expecting a divvy from the Harpenden Building Society

                    Ewan McTeagle


                    “The period of the disintegration of the European Union has begun. And the first vessel to have departed is Britain”

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