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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2018 13:22:41 GMT -5
I heard her sing in tongues of silver
I heard her cry on a summer storm
I loved her, but she did not know it
So I don't think about her anymore
Now she's gone, and I can't believe it
So I don't think about her anymore
If three and four was seven only
Where would that leave one and two?
If love can be and still be lonely
Where does that leave me and you?
Time there was, and time there will be
Where does that leave me and you?
If I had a buckskin stallion
I'd tame him down and ride away.
If I had a flyin' schooner
I'd sail into the light of day
If I had your love forever
Sail into the light of day
Pretty songs and pretty places
Places that I've never seen
Pretty songs…
Buckskin Stallion Blues -- Townes Van Zandt, Guy Clark
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Post by mikegarrison on Mar 16, 2018 13:43:07 GMT -5
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum?
The barbarians are due here today.
Why isn’t anything going on in the senate?
Why are the senators sitting there without legislating?
Because the barbarians are coming today.
What’s the point of senators making laws now?
Once the barbarians are here, they’ll do the legislating.
Why did our emperor get up so early,
and why is he sitting enthroned at the city’s main gate,
in state, wearing the crown?
Because the barbarians are coming today
and the emperor’s waiting to receive their leader.
He’s even got a scroll to give him,
loaded with titles, with imposing names.
Why have our two consuls and praetors come out today
wearing their embroidered, their scarlet togas?
Why have they put on bracelets with so many amethysts,
rings sparkling with magnificent emeralds?
Why are they carrying elegant canes
beautifully worked in silver and gold?
Because the barbarians are coming today
and things like that dazzle the barbarians.
Why don’t our distinguished orators turn up as usual
to make their speeches, say what they have to say?
Because the barbarians are coming today
and they’re bored by rhetoric and public speaking.
Why this sudden bewilderment, this confusion?
(How serious people’s faces have become.)
Why are the streets and squares emptying so rapidly,
everyone going home lost in thought?
Because night has fallen and the barbarians haven't come.
And some of our men just in from the border say
there are no barbarians any longer.
Now what’s going to happen to us without barbarians?
Those people were a kind of solution.
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Post by Wolfgang on Mar 16, 2018 13:59:01 GMT -5
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
something something something,
And now we kill you.
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Post by gnu2vball on Mar 16, 2018 14:57:53 GMT -5
Roses are red, Violets are blue, something something something, And now we kill you. "You're a self-absorbed twit?" |
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Post by Wolfgang on Mar 16, 2018 16:29:27 GMT -5
I don't like listening to poetry; that is, at a poetry recital or someone at a party randomly breaking into poetry. Requires too much concentration. Poetry is best when read alone, followed by some deep thinking and reflection, to determine what all those unconventional metaphors mean.
Poetry also works well when put to music. Ironically, when poetry is put to music, my brain doesn't listen to the lyrics for meaning; rather, as sound. It listens to the lyrics -- or the vocals, I guess -- as one of the many instruments in the song. Seriously, my brain can't comprehend lyrics unless it's super simple.
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Post by mikegarrison on Mar 16, 2018 17:05:48 GMT -5
someone at a party randomly breaking into poetry This happens to you?! |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2018 18:59:34 GMT -5
These are some words about a dairy product called cheese
With all of the different types, it's really easy to please
Cheddar, Colby, American, and Limburger
All of which go good on a hamburger
Whether the form of string, curds, or cream
For cheese I will continue to scream
Some like gouda, camembert, and swiss
But poor ol' Wolfgang, doesn't know what this is
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Post by mikegarrison on Mar 16, 2018 19:05:09 GMT -5
These are some words about a dairy product called cheese With all of the different types, it's really easy to please Cheddar, Colby, American, and Limburger All of which go good on a hamburger Whether the form of string, curds, or cream For cheese I will continue to scream Some like gouda, camembert, and swiss But poor ol' Wolfgang, doesn't know what this is None of those are my preference on a hamburger. Swiss and blue cheese make the best cheeseburgers. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2018 20:01:03 GMT -5
These are some words about a dairy product called cheese With all of the different types, it's really easy to please Cheddar, Colby, American, and Limburger All of which go good on a hamburger Whether the form of string, curds, or cream For cheese I will continue to scream Some like gouda, camembert, and swiss But poor ol' Wolfgang, doesn't know what this is None of those are my preference on a hamburger. Swiss and blue cheese make the best cheeseburgers. You are mikegarrison and I'm the Professor When it comes down to it, I'll be the aggressor You did not like my poem about cheese I guess you are the one I cannot please You live in Seattle, the land of Starbucks A place that no one ever says it sucks You make a living as an aeronautical engineer But when you walk out the door, don't let it hit you in the rear |
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Post by mikegarrison on Mar 16, 2018 21:15:21 GMT -5
None of those are my preference on a hamburger. Swiss and blue cheese make the best cheeseburgers. You are mikegarrison and I'm the Professor When it comes down to it, I'll be the aggressor You did not like my poem about cheese I guess you are the one I cannot please You live in Seattle, the land of Starbucks A place that no one ever says it sucks You make a living as an aeronautical engineer But when you walk out the door, don't let it hit you in the rear Misposted. Should be in the "bad poetry" thread. |
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Post by Wolfgang on Mar 16, 2018 21:59:15 GMT -5
These are some words about a dairy product called cheese With all of the different types, it's really easy to please Cheddar, Colby, American, and Limburger All of which go good on a hamburger Whether the form of string, curds, or cream For cheese I will continue to scream Some like gouda, camembert, and swiss But poor ol' Wolfgang, doesn't know what this is If you're going to put a poster's name in your post, you have to tag him, otherwise, how will he know to read your post? I caught this by accident because I love reading bad poetry...umm...even though this is the "good" poetry thread. |
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Post by Wolfgang on Mar 17, 2018 0:04:57 GMT -5
I'm resisting the urge to make a poultry joke.  |
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Post by loki on Mar 17, 2018 12:42:04 GMT -5
someone at a party randomly breaking into poetry This happens to you?! Yeah. It happens. Usually when I'm at a party without any engineers. Here's one of my faves by Billy Collins: The other day I was ricocheting slowly off the blue walls of this room, moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano, from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor, when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard. No cookie nibbled by a French novelist could send one into the past more suddenly- a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp by a deep Adirondack lake learning how to braid long thin plastic strips into a lanyard, a gift for my mother. I had never seen anyone use a lanyard or wear one, if that's what you did with them, but that did not keep me from crossing strand over strand again and again until I had made a boxy red and white lanyard for my mother. She gave me life and milk from her breasts, and I gave her a lanyard. She nursed me in many a sick room, lifted spoons of medicine to my lips, laid cold face-clothes on my forehead, and then led me out into the air light and taught me to walk and swim, and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard. Here are thousands of meals, she said, and here is clothing and a good education. And here is your lanyard, I replied, which I made with a little help from a counselor. Here is a breathing body and a beating heart, strong legs, bones and teeth, and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered, and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp. And here, I wish to say to her now, is a smaller gift - not the worn truth that you can never repay your mother, but the rueful admission that when she took the two-toned lanyard from my hand, I was as sure as a boy could be that this useless, worthless thing I wove out of boredom would be enough to make us even. |
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Post by mikegarrison on Mar 17, 2018 17:21:37 GMT -5
Yeah. It happens. Usually when I'm at a party without any engineers. I am never at a party without any engineers. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2018 14:26:38 GMT -5
These are some words about a dairy product called cheese With all of the different types, it's really easy to please Cheddar, Colby, American, and Limburger All of which go good on a hamburger Whether the form of string, curds, or cream For cheese I will continue to scream Some like gouda, camembert, and swiss But poor ol' Wolfgang, doesn't know what this is If you're going to put a poster's name in your post, you have to tag him, otherwise, how will he know to read your post? I caught this by accident because I love reading bad poetry...umm...even though this is the "good" poetry thread. This one is for you WolfgangIn this poem, you will recognize some slang Video games are a hobby of yours Hopefully when you play, you are wearing your drawers The video games thread is one I created To see all your posts in it makes me elated You're currently playing a lot of Assassin's Creed Hopefully you're getting all of the achievements you need A lot of words can describe you, such as witty and quick Which is more than most users, who are dumb as a brick I hope you liked my poem about cheese But I doubt you read it, instead saying summary please |
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