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Holladay 04-21-2013 08:10 PM

your favorite poem
 
My son has a school project. What is MY favorite poem. I have no idea, other then Roses are Red..etc.

Gimme your best shot.

JoeyChuckles 04-21-2013 08:12 PM

There is no way this thread is real. The advent of Google destroyed this thread 16 years ago.

Holladay 04-21-2013 08:15 PM

LMOA....didnt want to do google. I wanted the wisdom of the CP not google.


BTW...the Man from Nantucket doesnt count.

Rain Man 04-21-2013 08:32 PM

Tell all the truth but tell it slant
Success in circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth's superb surprise
As lightning to the children eased
With explanation kind
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.

- Emily Dickinson

I did it from memory, and then looked it up and messed up one line. I don't know why I remember this poem, but it wormed into my brain in college and is one of only three poems I can cite from memory. The others are "Apparently with no surprise" by Dickinson, and my favorite poem to ridicule by William Carlos Williams that has the chickens by the wheelbarrow.

Baconeater 04-21-2013 08:33 PM

Roses are red
Violets are blue
**** all you guys

Chiefaholic 04-21-2013 08:35 PM

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost

gblowfish 04-21-2013 08:36 PM

The poem my dad taught me, that he learned in the Army from a guy he met from Brooklyn. It's called "Thoity Poiple Boids." It goes like this:

Thoity Poiple Boids,
Sittin on the Coib.
Oipin and a Boipin
Eatin Doity Oit Woims.
Along came Moit
And his Goilfriend Goit.
And they saw
Thoity Poiple Boids
Sittin' on the Coib,
Oipin and a Boipin'
Eatin' Doity Oit Woims.


Boy we're dey petoibed!

Nickel D 04-21-2013 08:40 PM

"If" by Rudyard Kipling

Thig Lyfe 04-21-2013 08:40 PM

"Dear John"

You are my everything.
I see you glisten under fluorescent lights.
You are crisp. Rich. Filling.
I think back to when I met you.
You were given to me. I gave very little in return.
I almost don't want you
not because you are bad for me
but because I don't deserve you.

Where did you come from?
The ocean?
The kitchen?
You are of two worlds, which I cannot hope to understand.
I can only hope to appreciate you for what you are:
Fried fish.
Fried chicken.
Fried shrimp.
Hushpuppies.
Chips.
Coleslaw.
My everything.

You are my everything.
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- TL

AustinChief 04-21-2013 08:42 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Chiefaholic (Post 9612785)
The Road Not Taken

One of my all time favorites.

Other's that have always stuck in my head are...

Quote:

Originally Posted by Dylan Thomas
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.

and

Quote:

Originally Posted by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

and

Quote:

Originally Posted by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!


Simply Red 04-21-2013 08:45 PM

" You can't play with my YO YO - don't try to play me out "

Raiderhader 04-21-2013 08:47 PM

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old-
This knight so bold-
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be-
This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied-
"If you seek for Eldorado!"


-Edgar Allan Poe

Holladay 04-21-2013 08:48 PM

Dang Rainman... you are to cerebral for me. Quite a nice poem thou.

George, that was sweet. The Boston accent adds it all. Thinking that this is the one that the son will use.

Thanks guys

Raiderhader 04-21-2013 08:49 PM



Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!


- Alfred Lord Tennyson

Raiderhader 04-21-2013 08:51 PM


I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath—
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.


- Alan Seeger


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