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  • #61
    Shakespear

    In no particular order

    All the World's A Stage
    To Be or Not To Be
    Shylock's Monologue
    St. Crispen's Day Speech

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    • #62
      N. Scott Momaday...

      This morning the snow,
      The soft distances
      Beyond the trees
      In which nothing appeared-
      Nothing appeared.
      The several silences,
      Imposed one upon another,
      Were unintelligible.

      I was therefore ill at ease
      When the crows came down,
      Whirling down and calling,
      Into the yard below
      And stood in a mindless manner
      On the gray, luminous crust,
      Altogether definite, composed,
      In the bright enmity of my regard,
      In the hard nature of crows.

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      • #63
        Originally posted by bolo121 View Post
        Considering what is happening worldwide i have been thinking of this a lot..

        Turning and turning in the widening gyre
        The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
        Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
        Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
        The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
        The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
        The best lack all conviction, while the worst
        Are full of passionate intensity.
        Surely some revelation is at hand;
        Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
        The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
        When a vast image out of "Spiritus Mundi"
        Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
        A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
        A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
        Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
        Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
        The darkness drops again; but now I know
        That twenty centuries of stony sleep
        Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
        And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
        Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
        Yeats...good choice. ;)

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        • #64
          I remember starting this thread a while back.

          http://www.worldaffairsboard.com/showthread.php?t=42857
          For Gallifrey! For Victory! For the end of time itself!!

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          • #65
            This is still one of my favorites from Kipling:

            I keep six serving honest men,
            (They taught me all I knew),
            Their names are What and Why and When
            and How and Where and Who

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            • #66
              can a mod please fold these into the other thread started by bolo

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              • #67
                Cheery little ditty by one of my favorites....;)

                Lo! 'tis a gala night
                Within the lonesome latter years!
                An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
                In veils, and drowned in tears,
                Sit in a theatre, to see
                A play of hopes and fears,
                While the orchestra breathes fitfully
                The music of the spheres.

                Mimes, in the form of God on high,
                Mutter and mumble low,
                And hither and thither fly-
                Mere puppets they, who come and go
                At bidding of vast formless things
                That shift the scenery to and fro,
                Flapping from out their Condor wings
                Invisible Woe!

                That motley drama- oh, be sure
                It shall not be forgot!
                With its Phantom chased for evermore,
                By a crowd that seize it not,
                Through a circle that ever returneth in
                To the self-same spot,
                And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
                And Horror the soul of the plot.

                But see, amid the mimic rout
                A crawling shape intrude!
                A blood-red thing that writhes from out
                The scenic solitude!
                It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
                The mimes become its food,
                And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
                In human gore imbued.

                Out- out are the lights- out all!
                And, over each quivering form,
                The curtain, a funeral pall,
                Comes down with the rush of a storm,
                While the angels, all pallid and wan,
                Uprising, unveiling, affirm
                That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
                And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
                "Every government degenerates when trusted to the rulers of the people alone. The people themselves, therefore, are its only safe depositories." Thomas Jefferson

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                • #68
                  My favourite poet is Robert Frost, then there's a host of other poets I like..Alfred Noyes, E.A. Robinson, Lord Tennyson, John Milton, Shelley, Wordsworth, Shakespeare, Virgil, Ramdhari Singh Dinkar, Edgar Allan Poe, Emerson, Robert and Elizabeth Browning, Robert Burns, William Blake.....darn, I'd better stop here..
                  When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep? - George Canning sigpic

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                  • #69
                    Ode to a Goldfish:

                    Oh wet pet

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                    • #70
                      Can anyone post any poems they've written? I was going to start a new thread, but this will just have to suffice.

                      I'll probably be writing some dark type of poem, and glad to share it with you.

                      Mobbed

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                      • #71
                        Originally posted by Mobbme View Post
                        Can anyone post any poems they've written? I was going to start a new thread, but this will just have to suffice.

                        I'll probably be writing some dark type of poem, and glad to share it with you.

                        Mobbed
                        I've written poetry, mostly to my lady love, so it may be a little corny. I'll post some in short order. I like gothic poetry, would be interested to read your poems Mobbme.

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                        • #72
                          Originally posted by Herodotus View Post
                          I've written poetry, mostly to my lady love, so it may be a little corny. I'll post some in short order. I like gothic poetry, would be interested to read your poems Mobbme.
                          Gothic is good, so are the love ones :)

                          Post if you have them. I was going to write one just for WAB, but I don't know what happened, I will, but they won't be good

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                          • #73
                            Originally posted by dave lukins View Post
                            Ode to a Goldfish:

                            Oh wet pet
                            Dave, my eye was moist. Sniff.
                            In the realm of spirit, seek clarity; in the material world, seek utility.

                            Leibniz

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                            • #74
                              There once was a man from nantucket........Oh wait, sorry that's a limerick.


                              I guess it would to be, this is my rifle, this is my gun.............


                              Aw I'm kidding, they aren't my FAVORITES!

                              I actually like about all of Edgar Allan Poes works but, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
                              Samuel Taylor Coleridge is my favorite.

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                              • #75
                                Originally posted by Mobbme View Post
                                Post if you have them. I was going to write one just for WAB, but I don't know what happened, I will, but they won't be good
                                To have great poets, there must be a great audience - Walter Whitman ;)
                                When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep? - George Canning sigpic

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