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RE: Great Poetry
December 17, 2014 at 7:47 am
Spike Milligan
So Fair Is She
So fair is she!
So fair her face
So fair her pulsing figure
Not so fair
The maniacal stare
Of a husband who's much bigger.
"The greatest deception men suffer is from their own opinions" - Leonardo da Vinci
"I think I use the term “radical” rather loosely, just for emphasis. If you describe yourself as “atheist,” some people will say, “Don’t you mean ‘agnostic’?” I have to reply that I really do mean atheist, I really do not believe that there is a god; in fact, I am convinced that there is not a god (a subtle difference). I see not a shred of evidence to suggest that there is one ... etc., etc. It’s easier to say that I am a radical atheist, just to signal that I really mean it, have thought about it a great deal, and that it’s an opinion I hold seriously." - Douglas Adams (and I echo the sentiment)
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RE: Great Poetry
December 17, 2014 at 3:56 pm
INRI, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)
Introspection
Nowhere to be found
Rational thought
Is forbidden
In to do so
Negates the norm
Reason the victim
Inquisition
If to ban query
Never to question
Relegate oneself
In submission
In thus they claim
Never to falter
Rebel hero
In written word
In pior mytholgy
Never consider
Reject the truth
It is nothing new
It was Socrates
Not afraid
Reveled in challenge
In that of authority
In history proir
Not unique
Refused to submit
If those above him
If those above him
Never considered
Reason in question
In introspection
It's not a trope
New to Jesus
Rebels existed
In prior history.
(end)
Also posted at my home thread at Rational Responders post #521 hosted here http://www.rationalresponders.com/forum/...ent-414817
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RE: Great Poetry
December 17, 2014 at 5:19 pm
Lyric for Cage (By ManMachine)
MM
"The greatest deception men suffer is from their own opinions" - Leonardo da Vinci
"I think I use the term “radical” rather loosely, just for emphasis. If you describe yourself as “atheist,” some people will say, “Don’t you mean ‘agnostic’?” I have to reply that I really do mean atheist, I really do not believe that there is a god; in fact, I am convinced that there is not a god (a subtle difference). I see not a shred of evidence to suggest that there is one ... etc., etc. It’s easier to say that I am a radical atheist, just to signal that I really mean it, have thought about it a great deal, and that it’s an opinion I hold seriously." - Douglas Adams (and I echo the sentiment)
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RE: Great Poetry
January 17, 2015 at 4:42 pm
Civil Weapons, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)
We've been around
For a long time
We've tried the tactic
Of brute submission
Our species not honest
About the reality
Be it religion or business
Or nationality
We seek patterns
We think will work
If only the world
To wich would submit
If a gun you use
To avoid scrutiny
If a gun you use
To avoid blasphemy
You are not defending
You or me
You are merely defending
What you want to see
The only weapon
That keeps us civil
Is that of the pen
Which keeps us from murder
(end)
The above poem is also hosted at Rational Responders at it's home page post #543. Hosted here at the following link, all rights reserved.. Civil Weapons, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)
http://www.rationalresponders.com/forum/31771?page=10
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RE: Great Poetry
January 17, 2015 at 11:13 pm
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
T.S. Eliot
Quote:LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question….
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
It's a long poem so I won't include it all here, but it's the one of two that have followed me almost all of my life. I learned it in high school, and it both fascinated and scared the shit out of me, and when Hitchens quoted a portion of it in one of his last articles, I put my face in my hands and wept.
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RE: Great Poetry
January 17, 2015 at 11:21 pm
Recompense, by Robert E. Howard
I have not heard lutes beckon me, nor the brazen bugles call,
But once in the dim of a haunted lea I heard the silence fall.
I have not heard the regal drum, nor seen the flags unfurled,
But I have watched the dragons come, fire-eyed, across the world.
I have not seen the horsemen fall before the hurtling host,
But I have paced a silent hall where each step waked a ghost.
I have not kissed the tiger-feet of a strange-eyed golden god,
But I have walked a city's street where no man else had trod.
I have not raised the canopies that shelter revelling kings,
But I have fled from crimson eyes and black unearthly wings.
I have not knelt outside the door to kiss a pallid queen,
But I have seen a ghostly shore that no man else has seen.
I have not seen the standards sweep from keep and castle wall,
But I have seen a woman leap from a dragon's crimson stall,
And I have heard strange surges boom that no man heard before,
And seen a strange black city loom on a mystic night-black shore.
And I have felt the sudden blow of a nameless wind's cold breath,
And watched the grisly pilgrims go that walk the roads of Death,
And I have seen black valleys gape, abysses in the gloom,
And I have fought the deathless Ape that guards the Doors of Doom.
I have not seen the face of Pan, nor mocked the Dryad's haste,
But I have trailed a dark-eyed Man across a windy waste.
I have not died as men may die, nor sin as men have sinned,
But I have reached a misty sky upon a granite wind.
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson
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RE: Great Poetry
January 17, 2015 at 11:54 pm
Not the best, but I like it.
"This orderly universe,
full of chaos,
consists of a delicate balance of
Death and
Life
is precious
A small snapshot, a single chance
Your one choice
Choose wisely."
-Anonymous
Gone
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RE: Great Poetry
January 17, 2015 at 11:56 pm
The most erotic line of poetry I ever read (and granted, I am a failed horticulture student, so your mileage may vary on this) was from Neruda's XIV:
"I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
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RE: Great Poetry
January 19, 2015 at 7:52 pm
(This post was last modified: January 19, 2015 at 7:52 pm by Losty.)
So...I've been writing this poem for months. I've rewritten it about a million times. For the life of me I can't seem to properly express the emotions of being betrayed by a mother and finally having to let her go. I can feel the pain but I can't seem to get it to show as much as I think it should. If anyone has any advice. Also, I couldn't think of an appropriate title.
Porcelain white skin
I'm your baby, I'm your doll
"Hush now, don't cry
Momma never let's you fall"
Untouched unscathed
Girls are precious, innocent
"Hush now, don't complain
Girls should smile and be content"
Sixteen, don't hurt me
A godly man with a devilish grin
"Crimson stains, so much shame
Marriage will absolve your sin"
Seventeen, washed clean
I'm your baby I'm your doll
"Hush now don't cry,
God will never let you fall"
Porcelain white skin
Bloodstained and bruised
Sealed lips, secrets
Beaten and abused
Doctors frown, ultrasound
It's too late, nothing can be done
Tiny angel, pool of blood
He took away my son
Turn another blind eye
I'm your baby, I'm your doll
Nothing to hold on to
Left alone to fall
Innocence long gone
Tell me that I'm precious now
Can't wash away the scars you made.
Tell me that you love me now
Porcelain white skin
Broken and discarded
Your guidance lead me here
Left me lost and broken hearted
Porcelain white skin
Precious daughter left to die
Hush momma, I forgive you
But it's time to say goodbye
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RE: Great Poetry
February 1, 2015 at 10:52 am
Hayhaoya Ishishdo, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)
Kenji Kenji
What have they done
Kenji Kenji
They've taken your son
Mother Ishishido
Is everyone
Crying from
The rising sun
He carried no weapon
He will rise above
No matter how many
They needlessly murder
Kenji Kenji
No parent wants
To survive the death
Of their children
Ichiban
To the world you are
Kenji Kenji
The real hero
Kenji Kenji
Junko knows
The pain of the loss
Hahaoya Ishido
(end)
"Hahaoya" means "Mother". Ishido is Junko Ishido the mother of the murdered reporter Kenji Goto.
Also posted at my home thread listed in my signature post #553 hosted by Rational Responders.http://www.rationalresponders.com/forum/31771?page=11
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