Mole
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I admire your sangfroid.
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Poetry Thread
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I admire your sangfroid.
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This was after several attempts to rectify the problem. Thus the falling here and there reference.
Now I suppose you’ll be impressed by my ability to repair a chair leg?
Always a pleasure, Mole.
Mole
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I think it would be terrible if you did learn to organise poems, let poems organise you, and then share them with us. If you please.
Abcdenfp
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[h=1]A Slumber did my Spirit Seal[/h]
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Firebird 8118
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ROSES AND THORNS
Love is a bed of thorny roses
All bunched up together
In a small corner of life's garden
And you can't pluck out your rose
Without choosing the thorns
To go with it
And the petals will wither
But the tiny daggers remain -
A sweet memory for each drop of blood
Love is a bed of thorny roses
All bunched up together
In a small corner of life's garden
And you can't pluck out your rose
Without choosing the thorns
To go with it
And the petals will wither
But the tiny daggers remain -
A sweet memory for each drop of blood
Firebird 8118
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CRY OF DESPERATION
Rain of fire, how you consume me!
Oh! How you burn so coldly,
Searing into the flesh, such icy swords!
I die, I die for you with every shaky breath...
And yet in dying, I live still.
Rage on in this fierce new dance,
As I tap and twirl on a floor of shattered glass!
Let the earth shake with thunder
And the sky roar in this storm,
For they witness the mad beast
Which has arisen in me!
Rain of fire, how you consume me!
Oh! How you burn so coldly,
Searing into the flesh, such icy swords!
I die, I die for you with every shaky breath...
And yet in dying, I live still.
Rage on in this fierce new dance,
As I tap and twirl on a floor of shattered glass!
Let the earth shake with thunder
And the sky roar in this storm,
For they witness the mad beast
Which has arisen in me!
Firebird 8118
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DÃAS DE LOS MUERTOS
Dead leaves roll across the gravel drum
Beats to the song of the wind
Listen and remember they whisper to me
Listen and remember, for we too have a story to tell...
We the fallen present to you
Our beloved angels of the future
The rainbow of our past
May our pain become your lesson
Such that you shall never feel that pain
May our joys become your lantern
Such that you shall brighten the world with them
May our love become your strength
Such that you shall conquer tyrants with a kiss
The past is the gift of the dead
So listen and remember...
Listen and remember
But never repeat
Dead leaves roll across the gravel drum
Beats to the song of the wind
Listen and remember they whisper to me
Listen and remember, for we too have a story to tell...
We the fallen present to you
Our beloved angels of the future
The rainbow of our past
May our pain become your lesson
Such that you shall never feel that pain
May our joys become your lantern
Such that you shall brighten the world with them
May our love become your strength
Such that you shall conquer tyrants with a kiss
The past is the gift of the dead
So listen and remember...
Listen and remember
But never repeat
Kanra Jest
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Your post is massive, So I just can't be passive,
But reading it up and down, scrolling all around ,
I must say, you know The Way,
To Jump the fray, to make it through the day,
Shine the light of truth, show the proof,
Of the shining ray,
A light so bright it expands our minds,
Sharing with us those very signs,
But alas I suppose it's past,
My ticket out at last
But reading it up and down, scrolling all around ,
I must say, you know The Way,
To Jump the fray, to make it through the day,
Shine the light of truth, show the proof,
Of the shining ray,
A light so bright it expands our minds,
Sharing with us those very signs,
But alas I suppose it's past,
My ticket out at last
Pionart
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Today is the day
That yesterday was far away
By tomorrow will be no more
On a star, was distant
So we find that what we've learned
Pathways paved and bridges burned
Are no more but fleeting lights
Just the marks of wheels turned
Though the future seems so endless
So much left for us to do
Take the hope and dreams and send this
To today, forever true
That yesterday was far away
By tomorrow will be no more
On a star, was distant
So we find that what we've learned
Pathways paved and bridges burned
Are no more but fleeting lights
Just the marks of wheels turned
Though the future seems so endless
So much left for us to do
Take the hope and dreams and send this
To today, forever true
Peter Deadpan
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It's in the spoiler of my signature, bitch.
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What this is
Is so sincere
You never seen never heard
Of the source that's here
It'll lead it'll stir
It'll bring you fear
A terror for error
Better beware of the steer
Driving down the highway
Windows blown
Cops pull down from sideways
Covers blown
Pills fall down from nine ways
Fuse has blown
I couldn't shine anyway
My self has grown
Kill em all kill em all, kill em all breezy
Never knew I'd be on top, shit's too easy
So kill em all kill em all, kill them dead
I thought I'd go to school, but I'm free instead
Is so sincere
You never seen never heard
Of the source that's here
It'll lead it'll stir
It'll bring you fear
A terror for error
Better beware of the steer
Driving down the highway
Windows blown
Cops pull down from sideways
Covers blown
Pills fall down from nine ways
Fuse has blown
I couldn't shine anyway
My self has grown
Kill em all kill em all, kill em all breezy
Never knew I'd be on top, shit's too easy
So kill em all kill em all, kill them dead
I thought I'd go to school, but I'm free instead
Peter Deadpan
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The Litany of Satan
O you, the wisest and fairest of the Angels,
God betrayed by destiny and deprived of praise,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O Prince of Exile, you who have been wronged
And who vanquished always rise up again more strong,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know all, great king of hidden things,
The familiar healer of human sufferings,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who teach through love the taste for Heaven
To the cursed pariah, even to the leper,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who of Death, your mistress old and strong,
Have begotten Hope, — a charming madcap!
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who give the outlaw that calm and haughty look
That damns the whole multitude around his scaffold.
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know in what nooks of the miserly earth
A jealous God has hidden precious stones,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You whose clear eye sees the deep arsenals
Where the tribe of metals sleeps in its tomb,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You whose broad hand conceals the precipice
From the sleep-walker wandering on the building's ledge,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who soften magically the old bones
Of belated drunkards trampled by the horses,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who to console frail mankind in its sufferings
Taught us to mix sulphur and saltpeter,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who put your mark, O subtle accomplice,
Upon the brow of Croesus, base and pitiless,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who put in the eyes and hearts of prostitutes
The cult of sores and the love of rags and tatters,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Staff of those in exile, lamp of the inventor,
Confessor of the hanged and of conspirators,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Adopted father of those whom in black rage
— God the Father drove from the earthly paradise,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Prayer
Glory and praise to you, O Satan, in the heights
Of Heaven where you reigned and in the depths
Of Hell where vanquished you dream in silence!
Grant that my soul may someday repose near to you
Under the Tree of Knowledge, when, over your brow,
Its branches will spread like a new Temple!
Charles Baudelaire, translated by William Aggeler.
O you, the wisest and fairest of the Angels,
God betrayed by destiny and deprived of praise,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O Prince of Exile, you who have been wronged
And who vanquished always rise up again more strong,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know all, great king of hidden things,
The familiar healer of human sufferings,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who teach through love the taste for Heaven
To the cursed pariah, even to the leper,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who of Death, your mistress old and strong,
Have begotten Hope, — a charming madcap!
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who give the outlaw that calm and haughty look
That damns the whole multitude around his scaffold.
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know in what nooks of the miserly earth
A jealous God has hidden precious stones,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You whose clear eye sees the deep arsenals
Where the tribe of metals sleeps in its tomb,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You whose broad hand conceals the precipice
From the sleep-walker wandering on the building's ledge,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who soften magically the old bones
Of belated drunkards trampled by the horses,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who to console frail mankind in its sufferings
Taught us to mix sulphur and saltpeter,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who put your mark, O subtle accomplice,
Upon the brow of Croesus, base and pitiless,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who put in the eyes and hearts of prostitutes
The cult of sores and the love of rags and tatters,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Staff of those in exile, lamp of the inventor,
Confessor of the hanged and of conspirators,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Adopted father of those whom in black rage
— God the Father drove from the earthly paradise,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Prayer
Glory and praise to you, O Satan, in the heights
Of Heaven where you reigned and in the depths
Of Hell where vanquished you dream in silence!
Grant that my soul may someday repose near to you
Under the Tree of Knowledge, when, over your brow,
Its branches will spread like a new Temple!
Charles Baudelaire, translated by William Aggeler.
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