Fab Foodie
hanging-on in quiet desperation ...
- Location
- Kirton, Devon.
Come on CC do your worst
Lay on me you're bestest verse....
Lay on me you're bestest verse....
It's National Poetry day!
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Salty seadog
Space Cadet...(3rd Class...)
ip dip dog sh**
Hugh Manatee
Veteran
Fellow CCers. Your mission (should you choose to accept it; you don't have to you know) is to suggest poetry I might like.
I really don't seem to like it or indeed, get it. Poetry Please has me reaching for the off switch on a Sunday afternoon just when I want to listen to something whilst cooking.
I am not a lost cause. Our house is crammed with books old and new. I read every day without fail. I just don't appreciate poetry. It is a lack I feel guilty about and do think about.
Maybe it is down to the very logical nature of my brain? I certainly found myself agreeing with Satan on Old Harry's Game with regards poetry.
I still remember odd bits of Keats from school and recently found a book by a Canadian frontiersman (Robert Service?) that had some poems I quite liked.
I have books by Milton, Tennyson, Ridley-Havergal and others.
A big task but recommendations please.
I really don't seem to like it or indeed, get it. Poetry Please has me reaching for the off switch on a Sunday afternoon just when I want to listen to something whilst cooking.
I am not a lost cause. Our house is crammed with books old and new. I read every day without fail. I just don't appreciate poetry. It is a lack I feel guilty about and do think about.
Maybe it is down to the very logical nature of my brain? I certainly found myself agreeing with Satan on Old Harry's Game with regards poetry.
I still remember odd bits of Keats from school and recently found a book by a Canadian frontiersman (Robert Service?) that had some poems I quite liked.
I have books by Milton, Tennyson, Ridley-Havergal and others.
A big task but recommendations please.
Beebo
Firm and Fruity
- Location
- Hexleybeef
Mary had a little lamb,
She also had a duck,
She put them on the mantle piece,
To see if they would fall off.
She also had a duck,
She put them on the mantle piece,
To see if they would fall off.
swee'pea99
Squire
An Irish Airman foresees his Death
I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
WB Yeats
(The only poem I've ever memorised)
I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.
WB Yeats
(The only poem I've ever memorised)
Haitch
Flim Flormally
- Location
- Netherlands
Dogger, Rockall, Malin, Irish Sea:
Green, swift upsurges, North Atlantic flux
Conjured by that strong gale-warning voice,
Collapse into a sibilant penumbra.
Midnight and closedown. Sirens of the tundra,
Of eel-road, seal-road, keel-road, whale-road, raise
Their wind-compounded keen behind the baize
And drive the trawlers to the lee of Wicklow.
L’Etoile, Le Guillemot, La Belle Hélène
Nursed their bright names this morning in the bay
That toiled like mortar. It was marvellous
And actual, I said out loud, ‘A haven,’
The word deepening, clearing, like the sky
Elsewhere on Minches, Cromarty, The Faroes.
Seamus Heaney
Green, swift upsurges, North Atlantic flux
Conjured by that strong gale-warning voice,
Collapse into a sibilant penumbra.
Midnight and closedown. Sirens of the tundra,
Of eel-road, seal-road, keel-road, whale-road, raise
Their wind-compounded keen behind the baize
And drive the trawlers to the lee of Wicklow.
L’Etoile, Le Guillemot, La Belle Hélène
Nursed their bright names this morning in the bay
That toiled like mortar. It was marvellous
And actual, I said out loud, ‘A haven,’
The word deepening, clearing, like the sky
Elsewhere on Minches, Cromarty, The Faroes.
Seamus Heaney
swee'pea99
Squire
Mrs Darwin
7 April 1852
Went to the Zoo.
I said to Him—
Something about that Chimpanzee over there reminds me of you
Carol Ann Duffy
7 April 1852
Went to the Zoo.
I said to Him—
Something about that Chimpanzee over there reminds me of you
Carol Ann Duffy
Drago
Legendary Member
- Location
- Suburban Poshshire
There was a young man named Enus...
numbnuts
Squire
- Location
- Gone over the hill and far away
My Darkest Hour 
Do not weep when I am gone
for it is I that chose the time to die
to be hounded like a wanted man
for money that I can't supply
for a daughter that I do not see
and a cottage I do not own
So pleases don't weep when I am gone
for I will find happiness later on.
By NN
Do not weep when I am gone
for it is I that chose the time to die
to be hounded like a wanted man
for money that I can't supply
for a daughter that I do not see
and a cottage I do not own
So pleases don't weep when I am gone
for I will find happiness later on.
By NN
Warning
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
By Jenny Joseph
Not a very original offering to the thread. I'll go and look for something more unusual in a bit.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
By Jenny Joseph
Not a very original offering to the thread. I'll go and look for something more unusual in a bit.
Beebo
Firm and Fruity
- Location
- Hexleybeef
threebikesmcginty
Corn Fed Hick...
- Location
- ...on the slake
The stuff that's posted on cyclechat
Is mainly just a load of shat
Is mainly just a load of shat
D
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Guest
I didn't know it.
Ian H
Ancient randonneur
Arches
of buildings, this building,
frame a stream of windows
framed in white brick. This
building is fireproof; or else
it isn’t: the furnishings first
to go: no, the patients. Patients
on Sundays walk in a small garden.
Today some go out on a group
pass. To stroll the streets and shop.
So what else is new? The sky
slowly/swiftly went blue to grey.
A grey in which some smoke stands.
of buildings, this building,
frame a stream of windows
framed in white brick. This
building is fireproof; or else
it isn’t: the furnishings first
to go: no, the patients. Patients
on Sundays walk in a small garden.
Today some go out on a group
pass. To stroll the streets and shop.
So what else is new? The sky
slowly/swiftly went blue to grey.
A grey in which some smoke stands.
