Poetry

[Bright Side]

Talk about poetry and post your favorite poems here

Here's my favorite:

As I walked out one evening,
  Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
  Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
  I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
  "Love has no ending.

"I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
  Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
  And the salmon sing in the street,

"I'll love till the ocean
  Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
  Like geese about the sky.

"The years shall run like rabbits,
  For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
  And the first love of the world."

But all the clocks in the city
  Began to whirr and chime:
"O let not Time deceive you,
  You cannot conquer Time.

"In the burrows of the Nightmare
  Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
  And coughs when you would kiss.

"In headaches and in worry
  Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
  Tomorrow or today.

"Into many a green valley
  Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
  And the diver's brilliant bow.

"O plunge your hands in water,
  Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
  And wonder what you've missed.

"The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
  The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the teacup opens
  A lane to the land of the dead.

"Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
  And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
  And Jill goes down on her back.

"O look, look in the mirror,
  O look in your distress;
Life remains a blessing
  Although you cannot bless.

"O stand, stand at the window
  As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbor
  With all your crooked heart."

It was late, late in the evening,
  The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
  And the deep river ran on.  

[mistercynical]

Here's one of my favourites

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

I can't forget Regular Car Review's poem about the RX-8 though. It's in his review of the respective car, but I didn't post it because it might be a little bit profane for the younger ones.

[Claws]

Here's one of my favourites

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

I can't forget Regular Car Review's poem about the RX-8 though. It's in his review of the respective car, but I didn't post it because it might be a little bit profane for the younger ones.

Put a spoiler tag with a warning, mate

[Chipster-roo]

I generally don't read poetry, but here is something WD-related I really liked:

Oh Hyzenthlay, I cannot tell
Of what you mean to me,
The sparkle of those tender eyes
Speaks joy that we are free.

The fur that shines like morning dew
And catches Frith's great light
Gleams silver now beneath the stars
In Inlé's gaze tonight.

I look upon your near hind leg,
With white and vivid mark
That tells its jagged, angry tale
Of days of fear and dark.

The flame of freedom, fading quick
'Neath evil's iron paw
Where'er you kindled fire anew
There groped a deadly claw.

But ere your life was forfeit to
All-seeing Owslafa
The day of triumph came at hand
Now free! With Blackavar!

Our kittens grow beneath the earth
Secure from elil's prowl,
From dog and cat, from stoat and fox
From kestrel; weasel; owl.

The time of terror long forgot,
Now can our warren thrive
And with your counsel at my right,
'Tis joy to be alive.

The poem you posted is really nice, Brighty.

[Bright Side]

Thank you, Chipster You all posted interesting poems, too.

Here's another from W. H. Auden (yep, he's my favorite poet):

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

[Crackers]

I can't say I like poetry much, but the one Cyn posted is really nice! The others are nice too.

[mistercynical]

Put a spoiler tag with a warning, mate

Very well...

\\THE RX8; contains dirty jokes and car culture\\: ShowHide

So many Mazdas of all shapes and sizes,
We did the Miata Which is why this franchise is.
The RX-8 was an improved RX-7,
which had been discontinued since 2011.

It came in all colors, It came in all shades,
turd brown, magenta, and gunmetal gray.
Naturally aspirated with side exhaust ports,
the engine was the 210 horsepower sort.

They said it was sleek.
They said it was classy.
But it was really just built
on an MX-5 chassis.

Its style was developed through design competitions,
in America and Europe,
in the Mazda tradition.
And also Japan,
let's not forget them.
Like America's forgotten about Robin Wright Penn.

The car was designed by Ikuo Maeda.
A man who loved cars,
and maybe paella.

The 50:50 front-rear
weight distribution
makes this the official car of Hitman: Absolution.

Your friends all will marvel,
while drinking their Coors,
when you open the freestyle suicide doors.
They provide easy access
to seats in the back.
Since drunkenly banging
takes all of one's tact.

A symbol of money culture made manifest:
That's how to describe the RX-8 best.
For this is what Mazda intended to purvey
to make you feel King of all you survey.

But this is a shadow?
A trick of the mind?
A king of the road?
Why, you are no such kind!

This car attracts bros.
This car attracts schmoozers.
This car attracts winners,
bambizzlers
and losers.

This car seats much lower than old Honda Fits.
But it feels like you're sagging like elderly tits.

Headlights don't go up,
nor do they go down.
They do not make noises.
They don't make a sound.

As a coupe it's not high,
nor is it too low,
but we cannot fit rollbars
for track day,
my bro.

- The Roman, from Regular Car Reviews. Check out their youtube channel if you wish.

[Bright Side]

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

[Chipster-roo]

I like it, Bright.

I find these funny:
http://8325.org/haiku/

[Bright Side]

Thanks, Chipster!

My favorite from that link:

Yesterday it worked
Today it is not working
The web is like that.

Now I'm going to look up funny Haikus