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    Speak not: whisper not:
    I know all that ye would tell,
    But to speak might break the spell
    Which must bend the invincible,
    The stern of thought;
    He yet defies the deepest power of Hell

    - PB Shelley, Prometheus Unbound

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    Last night I heard nature weep,
    For fear she'd been undone.
    A creature awoke from her sleep,
    That was compared to none.

    She smelled of flower's lovely scent,
    A million flowing free.
    Take one breath, a moment spent,
    Would last eternity.

    I would not ask the Earth her fears,
    For I know what they be.
    Poor nature, after all her splendor,
    Could not equate to thee.

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    Sick shit...
    This is the original stuff in swedish... There's a translation down below.


    Kitteldags

    Människofolk ej festa
    Gammerfar lemlästa
    Uråldrig ilska och trolldom
    Häxeri blev festens slut

    Så ska de ne genast stekas
    som de en gång stekte oss
    De ska saltas de ska kokas
    Köttet skall flanga från benen loss

    Måltiden nu nått sitt slut
    Mätt och nöjd mången trollrut
    Småtroll kött nu river
    Rivfader fram kliver

    Full med hat
    Präst blir mat
    Han läggs på fat








    Kettletime

    Humans don't celebrate
    Oldfather maims
    Ancient rage and magic
    Sorcery ended the party

    So they shall now be fried
    The way they once fried us
    they'll be salted they'll be cooked
    Meat shall fall off the bone

    The meal has now ended
    Full and content is many a trollmouth
    Smalltrolls now tear meat
    Rivfader steps forth

    Full of hate
    Priest becomes food
    He is put on plate



    ...


    Some guys just don't like priests...

    Mightier than the tread of marching armies is the power of an idea whose time has come

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    Poetry, such a waste of trees.

    Poetry books should be burned.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Uberfuhrer View Post
    Poetry, such a waste of trees.

    Poetry books should be burned.
    So shocking! So provocative!
    "Create like a god, command like a king, work like a slave."

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    This Is Just To Say

    I have eaten
    the plums
    that were in
    the icebox

    and which
    you were probably
    saving
    for breakfast.

    Forgive me
    they were delicious
    so sweet
    and so cold.

    -- William Carlos Williams

    I love the every day nature and simplicity of it... and the mention of delicious food
    Human beings make life so interesting. Do you know that in a universe so full of wonders, they have managed to invent boredom? -Terry Pratchett

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    "TO A POET A THOUSAND YEARS HENCE"

    I who am dead a thousand years,
    And wrote this sweet archaic song,
    Send you my words for messengers
    The way I shall not pass along.

    I care not if you bridge the seas,
    Or ride secure the cruel sky,
    Or build consummate palaces
    Of metal or of masonry.

    But have you wine and music still,
    And statues and a bright-eyed love,
    And foolish thoughts of good and ill,
    And prayers to them who sit above?

    How shall we conquer? Like a wind
    That falls at eve our fancies blow,
    And old Maeonides the blind
    Said it three thousand years ago.

    O friend unseen, unborn, unknown,
    Student of our sweet English tongue,
    Read out my words at night, alone:
    I was a poet, I was young.

    Since I can never see your face,
    And never shake you by the hand,
    I send my soul through time and space
    To greet you. You will understand.

    By James Elroy Flecker (1884-1915).
    Embrace the possibilities.

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    Last night as I lay dreaming
    My way across the sea
    James Mangan brought me comfort
    With laudnum and poitin
    He flew me back to Dublin
    In 1819
    To a public execution
    Being held on Stephen's Green
    The young man on the platform
    Held his head up and he did sing
    Then he whispered hard into my ear
    As he handed me this ring

    "If you miss me on the harbour
    For the boat, it leaves at three
    Take this snake with eyes of garnet
    My mother gave to me!

    This snake cannot be captured
    This snake cannot be tied
    This snake cannot be tortured, or
    Hung or crucified

    It came down through the ages
    It belongs to you and me
    So pass it on and pass it on
    'Till all mankind is free

    He swung, his face went purple
    A roar came from the crowd
    But Mangan laughed and pushed me
    And we got back on the cloud
    He dropped me off in London
    Back in this dying land
    But my eyes were filled with wonder
    At the ring still in my hand


    - Shane MacGowan () 1994

    Mightier than the tread of marching armies is the power of an idea whose time has come

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    Quote Originally Posted by YourLocalJesus View Post
    Last night as I lay dreaming
    My way across the sea
    James Mangan brought me comfort
    With laudnum and poitin
    He flew me back to Dublin
    In 1819
    To a public execution
    Being held on Stephen's Green
    The young man on the platform
    Held his head up and he did sing
    Then he whispered hard into my ear
    As he handed me this ring

    "If you miss me on the harbour
    For the boat, it leaves at three
    Take this snake with eyes of garnet
    My mother gave to me!

    This snake cannot be captured
    This snake cannot be tied
    This snake cannot be tortured, or
    Hung or crucified

    It came down through the ages
    It belongs to you and me
    So pass it on and pass it on
    'Till all mankind is free

    He swung, his face went purple
    A roar came from the crowd
    But Mangan laughed and pushed me
    And we got back on the cloud
    He dropped me off in London
    Back in this dying land
    But my eyes were filled with wonder
    At the ring still in my hand




    - Shane MacGowan () 1994


    This is brilliant and very McGowan! I Love him! this i think is my favourite

    I've been loving you a long time
    Down all the years, down all the days
    And I've cried for all your troubles
    Smiled at your funny little ways
    We watched our friends grow up together
    And we saw them as they fell
    Some of them fell into Heaven
    Some of them fell into Hell

    I took shelter from a shower
    And I stepped into your arms
    On a rainy night in Soho
    The wind was whistling all its charms
    I sang you all my sorrows
    You told me all your joys
    Whatever happened to that old song
    To all those little girls and boys

    Now the song is nearly over
    We may never find out what it means
    But there's a light I hold before me
    And you're the measure of my dreams
    The measure of my dreams

    Sometimes I wake up in the morning
    The gingerlady by my bed
    Covered in a cloak of silence
    I hear you in my head
    I'm not singing for the future
    I'm not dreaming of the past
    I'm not talking of the fist time
    I never think about the last

    Now the song is nearly over
    We may never find out what it means
    Still there's a light I hold before me
    You're the measure of my dreams
    The measure of my dreams
    I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
    Maya Angelou

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    Lament - Barbara Jagger

    This is where his body fell.
    I pick blackthorn from the hedge,
    lay its white blossom on the spot,
    fingers spindly in the hilly air.

    I don't know what to see. Young children
    close their eyes to hide. Still thirteen,
    out of time, I shiver limbs thinly into pockets
    and boots, greeting my father's ghost.

    On any other day he would have liked
    the place a grand view,
    and the breeze, fresh. Here,
    you could feel free.

    So much unshown between us,
    feelings unborn.
    Green ripple of grass in the waiting space,
    white blackthorn.

    ---

    First Kiss - Blair Gibb

    It began the day before, the way dawn wakes you
    when the sky's still dark, the drift toward it
    just as imperceptible and inevitable,
    the possibility unheard and clear as early birdsong.

    Later, when we'd become only voices
    on a telephone, you sent a tape - I heard a physicist say
    that the nature of an energy field we live within
    means that a connection, once made, never breaks,
    but only dissipates. That must be why,
    when the sun finally rose, the touch of your mouth
    felt like placing my palms on a smooth stone
    that had lain in the light for hours,
    its deep heat beginning long before,
    passing through my arms, remaining both
    inside itself and inside my mouth
    late into the long and cooling night.
    Quote Originally Posted by Ivy View Post
    Gosh, the world looks so small from up here on my high horse of menstruation.

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