anybody fancy a bit of poetry

[toby]

William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
A Host of golden daffodils
Beside the lake beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way
They stretch in never ending line
Along the margins of the bay
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance

The waves beside them danced but they
'Out did the sparkling leaves in glee
A poet could not be but gay
In such a jocund company
I gazed and gazed but little thought
'What wealth the show to me had brought

For oft , when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude
And when my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils

 

[mackenzie]

Yes.

Emily Bronte's "No Coward Soul is Mine."

Will try and find it ;-)

 

[jimharri]

I dare anyone to read this and NOT think of "Four weddings....."
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

 

[brooklandsblue2.0]

I dance


Tonight I dance
the foolish man, I dance, I dance I dance.
My lustful gaze, the boozed up haze
Yet I sigh, dear god I cry!
Please answer dear god
Inside I die, words wound like daggers
I still drink, oh god I drink
Drinking gets me thinking
The 80's yuppies, the 90's love what for y2k?
I dance, years pass, people laugh
We're all getting older, are we wiser?

 

[toby]

I dare anyone to read this and NOT think of "Four weddings....."
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

I like that poem

 

[The Goat Feeder]

No!

 

[Chesley Sullenberger]

For Richard Dunne we thanks his Dad and Mother,
I pray they have another,
Another son to bring joy to the City clan,
Another boy who will turn into a man.

Light a candle and throws some roses upon their bed,
The thought of them using contraception is one that i dread.
Like rabbits i hope they make love tonight,
Here`s hoping that the sperm count is the height of a kite.

 

[toby]

No!

well fook off then ;0)

 

[TonyGrealishstache]

To-day we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning. And to-morrow morning,
We shall have what to do after firing. But to-day,
To-day we have naming of parts. Japonica
Glistens like coral in all of the neighboring gardens,
And to-day we have naming of parts.

This is the lower sling swivel. And this
Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,
When you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,
Which in your case you have not got. The branches
Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
Which in our case we have not got.

This is the safety-catch, which is always released
With an easy flick of the thumb. And please do not let me
See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy
If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms
Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see
Any of them using their finger.

And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this
Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it
Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this
Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards
The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
They call it easing the Spring.

They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy
If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,
And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,
Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom
Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,
For to-day we have naming of parts.

 

[toby]

who wrote that tony