The Poetry Corner

[ONTOS]

     

                                                                                 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 all the angels, all pallid and wan,
                                                                                 Uprising, unveiling, affirm
                                                                                 that the play is the tragedy, "Man",
                                                                                 And it's hero, the Conqueror Worm
                                                                                                                                          Poe
                                                                               
                                                                                                                                   

                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
                                     







                                                                                 

[Dichotomy]

On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken,
amazed to see where I have come,
where I'm going, where I'm from.

This is not the path I thought.
This is not the place I sought.
This is not the dream I bought,
just a fever of fate I've caught.

I'll change highways in a while,
at the crossroads, one more mile.
My path is lit by my own fire.
I'm going only where I desire.

On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken.
One day, walking, I awaken,
on the road that I have taken.

Dean Koontz

[BuckShot]

Plop, plop.
Fizz, fizz.
Oh what a relief it is.

[caldera]

Two of my favorites from John Lillison, England's greatest one-armed poet:

 In Dillman's Grove
In Dillman's Grove my love did die,
and now in ground shall ever lie.
None could ever replace her visage,
until your face brought thoughts of kissage.


Pointy Birds
O pointy birds, o pointy pointy,
Anoint my head, anointy-nointy.

[Shuffler]

It was in a restaurant where they met

Romeo and Juliet

He had no money to pay the debt

So Rome o'd what Juli et

[shppr01]

               Let Me Forget…

 Let me forget the dark seas rolling,
The taste of wind, the lure and lift
Of far, blue-shrouded shores;
No longer let the wild wind’s singing
Build high the waves in this
My heart’s own storm;

 Now let me quietly work, for I have songs.
Let not my blood beat answer to the sea…
The beaches lie alone, so let them lie.
Let me forget the gray-banked distant hills,
The echoing emptiness of ancient towns;
No longer let the brown leaves falling
Move me to wander…I have songs to sing.

Anon
 

[Ramesis]

While strolling through the woods one day,
Per chance I did see an old rotten tree with and a few dozen bees
Now Wordsworth said all nature is good and honey is surely that,
So anxiously I climbed the tree to get the golden sap,
Now I lay here in my bed my body a swollen sight,
And Wordsworth's nature is nothing is me,
the bees put up one hell of a fight!

Ramesis 

[Brooke]

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
– Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

-- John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

[Brooke]

Where going, ant?
Running very fast.
I squish you.

-- Vivien, age 2

[shppr01]

Cabin boy oh cabin boy
You dirty little nipper
Lined his a@# with broken glass
and circumcised the skipper!!

[1stpar3]

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
– Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

-- John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

NAILED IT 

[Brooke]

Cabin boy oh cabin boy
You dirty little nipper
Lined his a@# with broken glass
and circumcised the skipper!!

Yay for the Sex Pistols. 

[Arlo]

Leaves of various brown hues
Float gently downstream
Had no TP at campsite

[TequilaChaser]

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
– Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

-- John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

This has always been one of my all-time favorites...... he truly lived the life, Magee jr surely did....

[zack1234]

Pies!