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    My Fav.

    To the Virgins,
    Make Much of Time

    Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
    Old time is still a-flying,
    And this same flower that smiles today,
    To-morrow will be dying.

    The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
    The higher he's a-getting,
    The sooner will his race be run,
    And nearer he's to setting.

    That age is best which is the first,
    When youth and blood are warmer;
    But being spent, the worse and worst
    Times still succeed the former.

    Then be not coy, but use your time,
    and while ye may, go marry;
    For having lost just once your prime,
    You may for ever tarry.

    -ROBERT HERRICK
    1591-1674

    Last edited by trajillo; 03-24-2005 at 11:47 AM.

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    One of my favorites:

    The Rose That Grew From Concrete
    by Tupac Shakur

    Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
    Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.
    Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air.
    Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else ever cared.
    Last edited by {I}{K}{E}; 03-24-2005 at 11:51 AM.

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    An ode to Withcheese.
    Poetry aint hard, in fact it's a breeze.
    Anyone can do it.
    Not like it's difficult or owt.
    I plan on beating him to death with his kids. I'll use them as a bludgeon on his face. -

    --Good for them if they survive.

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    My mother was a crackwhore

    my father was her pimp

    i used to be their doormat

    that's what made me limp



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    I like these but they're not my favourites:

    Philip Larkin - Days

    What are days for?
    Days are where we live.
    They come, they wake us
    Time and time over.
    They are to be happy in:
    Where can we live but days?

    Ah, solving that question
    Brings the priest and the doctor
    In their long coats
    Running over the fields.



    Dylan Thomas’ “Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night”

    Do not go gentle into that good night,
    Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
    Because their words had forked no lightning they
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
    Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
    And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
    Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    And you, my father, there on the sad height,
    Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
    Do not go gentle into that good night.
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


    I'm doing an essay on both for 12th April. :joygasm:

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    I like this poem , but it isn't really a fav of mine

    Philip Larkin- 'The Explosion'

    On the day of the explosion
    Shadows pointed towards the pithead:
    In the sun the slagheap slept.

    Down the lane came men in pitboots
    Coughing oath-edged talk and pipe-smoke,
    Shouldering off the freshened silence.

    One chased after rabbits; lost them;
    Came back with a nest of lark's eggs;
    Showed them; lodged them in the grasses.

    So they passed in beards and moleskins,
    Fathers, brothers, nicknames, laughter,
    Through the tall gates standing open.

    At noon, there came a tremor; cows
    Stopped chewing for a second; sun,
    Scarfed as in a heat-haze, dimmed.

    The dead go on before us, they
    Are sitting in God's house in comfort,
    We shall see them face to face -

    Plain as lettering in the chapels
    It was said, and for a second
    Wives saw men of the explosion

    Larger than in life they managed -
    Gold as on a coin, or walking
    Somehow from the sun towards them,

    One showing the eggs unbroken.
    Single handedly destroying the NHS from the inside

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    Quote Originally Posted by gemby!
    I like this poem , but it isn't really a fav of mine

    Philip Larkin- 'The Explosion'
    I studied this poem a few weeks ago, pretty good.

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    I am studying his poetry at the moment - the 'High Windows' collection

    v. good, but can be quite pesimistic
    Single handedly destroying the NHS from the inside

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    As Larkin seems to be popular, one of SGGs favourites (what is she trying to say? )

    This Be The Verse

    They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
    They may not mean to, but they do.
    They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

    But they were fucked up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,
    Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another's throats.

    Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
    Get out as early as you can,
    And don't have any kids yourself.

    --Philip Larkin (1974)
    Last edited by Biggles; 03-24-2005 at 04:28 PM.
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    I'd be worried if i was you ....

    Not too keen on that poem - more of a poem to shock people i think
    Single handedly destroying the NHS from the inside

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