POETRY

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Re: POETRY

Postby meic » 3 Feb 2017, 10:37am

Apparently highbrow poetry for broadsheet readers doesnt have to rhyme, it is only the tabloid stuff for plebs which has to be dumbed down in that way.
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Re: POETRY

Postby bovlomov » 3 Feb 2017, 10:43am

reohn2 wrote:That doesn't rhyme :?

What he means is,

It shouldn't ought
to be taught.

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Re: POETRY

Postby meic » 3 Feb 2017, 10:52am

Or to quote a snippet from a piece by one of the great bards.
We learned more from a two minute record than we ever did at school.
It sounds much better than it looks.
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Re: POETRY

Postby reohn2 » 3 Feb 2017, 10:52am

When I see your face the stones start spinning!
You appear; all studying wanders.
I lose my place.

Water turns pearly.
Fire dies down and doesn't destroy.

In your presence I don't want what I thought I wanted.

Inside your face the ancient manuscripts seem like rusty mirrors

You breathe; new shapes appear,
and the music of a desire as widespread
as Spring begins to move,
like a great wagon.

Drive slowly.
Some of us walking alongside are lame!

Rumi.
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Re: POETRY

Postby reohn2 » 3 Feb 2017, 11:03am

bovlomov wrote:
reohn2 wrote:That doesn't rhyme :?

What he means is,

It shouldn't ought
to be taught.

It was just a thought
that I was taught,
A thought that might
not be distraught.

But if rhyming isn't compulsory
I won't become desultory.



I'll get me coat,
and hope I won't be smote.
For a pitiful poem I just wrote.
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Re: POETRY

Postby gaz » 3 Feb 2017, 12:47pm

The Flit Gun by Pam Ayres is enscribed indelibly in my memory.

Best left there too :mrgreen: .
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Re: POETRY

Postby PDQ Mobile » 3 Feb 2017, 7:18pm

reohn2 wrote:
bovlomov wrote:
reohn2 wrote:That doesn't rhyme :?

What he means is,

It shouldn't ought
to be taught.

It was just a thought
that I was taught,
A thought that might
not be distraught.

But if rhyming isn't compulsory
I won't become desultory.



I'll get me coat,
and hope I won't be smote.
For a pitiful poem I just wrote.


Your a natural! reohn2

You have all moved me to verse. Terse verse.
A variation on an old theme( old, but good, for those in the know)

Anyway:-

Here I sit quite brokenhearted.
Cast me vote but still we parted. :(

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Re: POETRY

Postby reohn2 » 4 Feb 2017, 12:16am

PDQ Mobile wrote:Anyway:-

Here I sit quite brokenhearted.
Cast me vote but still we parted. :(


Even though I am quite vexed,
The end is nigh and so we Brexit.

But don't be upset or in the dumps
We'll cozy up to Donald Trump
:shock: :wink:
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Re: POETRY

Postby bovlomov » 4 Feb 2017, 1:05am

There's Article 50
(that May wants to sign).
But whatever happened to
the other 49?

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Re: POETRY

Postby brynpoeth » 4 Feb 2017, 11:23am

Philip Larkin is gr8, in some of his lines every single word counts ..


Lonely in Belfast, since it was not home, strangeness made sense ..

Swerving north, from rich industrial shadows ..

Once I have made sure there is nothing going on .. (Church going, he takes off his cycle clips in awkward reverence and donates an irish sixpence. Talks about the age when churches are defunct ..)

Concrete and tyres ..

I guess most of us were put off poetry and literature by having to do so much of both at school. We are lucky if we discover them later. I like learning and reciting, using the voice in different ways.

Even did a short course as a storyteller
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Re: POETRY

Postby brynpoeth » 4 Feb 2017, 11:28am

1887

From Clee to heaven the beacons burn, the shires have seen it plain
From east and west the signs return, the beacons burn again
Look east, look west, the hills are bright, the dales are light between
Because tis fifty years tonight that God has saved the Queen

...

lads we'll remember friends of ours, who shared the work with God

(A E Housman)


The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in to the fair ..

that is a good one to recite when struggling up hill

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Re: POETRY

Postby reohn2 » 17 Feb 2017, 11:00pm

If you see her, say hello,
She might be in Tangier
She left here last early spring
Is livin' there, I hear
Say for me that I'm all right
Though things get kind of slow
She might think that I've forgotten her
Don't tell her it isn't so

We had a falling-out
Like lovers often will
And to think of how she left that night
It still brings me a chill
And though our separation
It pierced me to the heart
She still lives inside of me
We've never been apart

If you get close to her
Kiss her once for me
I always have respected her
For doin' what she did and gettin' free
Oh, whatever makes her happy
I won't stand in the way
Though the bitter taste still lingers on
From the night I tried to make her stay

I see a lot of people
As I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there
As I go from town to town
And I've never gotten used to it
I've just learned to turn it off
Either I'm too sensitive
Or else I'm gettin' soft

Sundown, yellow moon
I replay the past
I know every scene by heart
Though they all went by so fast
If she's passing back this way
I'm not that hard to find
Tell her she can look me up
If she's got the time

Bob Dylan
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Re: POETRY

Postby reohn2 » 17 Feb 2017, 11:14pm

Another from the maestro....

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm
Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed
Just to think that it all began on an uneventful morn
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm
I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation and she gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence I got repaid with scorn
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm

Bob Dylan
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Re: POETRY

Postby reohn2 » 17 Feb 2017, 11:22pm

If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game
If you are the healer, it means I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the help that never came
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
There's a lover in the story
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame
They're lining up the prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle class and tame
I didn't know I had permission to murder and to maim
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the love that never came
You want it darker
We kill the flame
If you are the dealer, let me out of the game
If you are the healer, I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory, mine must be the shame
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
Hineni
Hineni, hineni
Hineni

Leonard Cohen

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Re: POETRY

Postby reohn2 » 17 Feb 2017, 11:34pm

Steer your way past the ruins of the Altar and the Mall
Steer your way through the fables of Creation and The Fall
Steer your way past the Palaces that rise above the rot
Year by year, month by month, day by day
Thought by thought

Steer your heart past the Truth that you believed in yesterday
Such as Fundamental Goodness and the Wisdom of the Way
Steer your heart, precious heart, past the women whom you bought
Year by year, month by month, day by day
Thought by thought

Steer your way through the pain that is far more real than you
That's smashed the Cosmic Model, that blinded every view
And please don't make me go there, though there be a God or not
Year by year, month by month, day by day
Thought by thought

They whisper still, the injured stones
The blunted mountains weep
As he died to make men holy
Let us die to make things cheap
And say the Mea Culpa, which you probably forgot
Year by year, month by month, day by day
Thought by thought

Steer your way, O my heart, though I have no right to ask
To the one who was never, never equal to the task
Who knows he's been convicted, who knows he will be shot
Year by year, month by month, day by day
Thought by thought

They whisper still, the injured stones
The blunted mountains weep
As he died to make men holy
Let us die to make things cheap
And say the Mea Culpa, which you gradually forgot
Year by year, month by month, day by day
Thought by thought

Leonard Cohen
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