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Poetry

Discussion in 'The Atrium' started by all about da packers, Feb 24, 2007.

  1. all about da packers

    all about da packers Cheesehead

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    Anyone else here a fan of poetry?

    What are some of the better works you have read?

    Feel free to post the titles of poems, good authors, or even post the poems themselves for others to read.
     
  2. all about da packers

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    One of my personal favourites:



    [align=center]Do not go gentle into that good night
    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.[/align]
     
  3. cheesey

    cheesey Cheesehead

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    "There once was a man from nantucket........"
    LOLOLOL!!!
    I don't read alot of poetry, but i have written a few.
     
  4. Heatherthepackgirl

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    I love poetry, but I have never written any.
     
  5. 4thand26

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    An alltime classic:

    By: Andrew Dice Clay
    Set in an Iambic Pentameter.

    Hickory Dickory Dock
    This chick was sucking my XXXX

    When I was in 5th or 6th grade, we started a poetry unit in English class. I hated it. Didn't see where it would get me. I asked my dad if I could just take an F, and surprisingly he said yes. Still got a C in the class. Not really sure why he let me skip poetry but forced me into 4 years of clarinet lesson hell...
     
  6. arrowgargantuan

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    check out Charles Bukowski, he's witty and miserable. my kinda guy.

    two kinds of hell

    I sat in the same bar for 7 years, from 5 a.m.
    (the day bartender let me in 2 hours early)
    to 2 a.m.

    sometimes I didn't even remember going back
    to my room

    it were as if I were sitting on the barstool
    forever

    I had no money but the drinks kept
    arriving
    to then I wasn't the bar clown
    but the bar fool
    but at times a fool will find a greater
    fool to
    admire him,
    and,
    it was a crowded
    place

    actually, I had a viewpoint: I was waiting for
    something extraordinary to
    happen

    but as the years wasted on
    nothing ever did unless I
    caused it:

    broken bar mirrors, a fight with a 7 foot
    giant, a dalliance with a lesbian, many things
    like the ability to call a spade a spade and to
    settle arguments that I did not
    begin and etc. and etc. and etc.

    one day I just upped and left the
    place

    like that

    and I began to drink alone and I found the company
    quite all right

    then, as if the gods were bored with my peace at
    heart, knocks began upon my door: ladies
    the gods had sent the ladies to the
    fool

    and the ladies arrived one at a time and when it ended with
    one
    the gods immediately--without allowing me any respite--sent
    another

    and each began as a flash of miracle--even the bed--and the
    good ended up
    bad

    my fault, of course, yes, that's what they told
    me

    but I remembered the 7 years in the bar, I hardly ever bedded
    down with anybody

    the gods just won't let a man drink alone, they are jealous of
    his simple strength and salvation, they will send the lady
    knocking upon that door
    I remember all those cheap hotels, it were as if the women
    were one: the delicate little rap on the wood and then:
    "oh, I heard you playing that music on your radio...we're
    neighbors, I'm down at 603 but I've never even seen you in
    the hall..."

    "come on in..."

    and there go your balls and your sanctity, Men's Liberation,
    they say, is not needed
    and then you remember the bar
    when you walked up behind the 7 foot giant and knocked his
    cowboy hat off his head, yelling:
    "I'll bet you sucked your mother's nipples until you were
    12 years old!"

    somebody in the bar saying: "hey, sir, forget it, he's a mental
    case, he's an *******, he doesn't know what he is
    saying!"

    "I know EXACTLY what I am saying and I'll say it again:
    I'll bet you sucked..."

    he won but you didn't die, not at all the way you died when the
    gods arranged to get all those ladies knocking and you went for
    the first flash of miracle

    the other fight was more fair: he was slow, stupid and even a
    little bit frightened and it went well for quite a good while,
    just like with the ladies those gods
    sent

    the difference being, I thought I had a chance with the
    ladies
     
  7. cheesey

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    Here is one of my poems i wrote back in 2004. I don't know if i ever posted it here or not.
    "TEARS"
    The tears are rolling down my face
    I never used to cry, now inside I feel like I'm gonna die.
    The tears, why did you have to go?
    This is one thing I'll never understand, one thing I'll never know.
    You made me love you, you said you would always be there.
    I wish I could make myself forget, make myself not care.
    But you touched my heart as no one else could.
    Now, who should feel so much pain?
    No one should.
    Sometimes I get so angry at you, I feel hurt, abandoned, betrayed.
    I wish this pain would go away, but only my memories of you seem to fade.
    What hurts the most is that I didn't even get to say goodbye.
    I know it's not your fault, you didn't choose to die.
    As the hours turn to days, days to weeks, weeks to months, months to years.
    All I have left......................tears.
     
  8. tromadz

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    This is the gayest thread ever.

    Thats right.
     
  9. all about da packers

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    :roll:

    That was very well done cheesey, a good read.

    I think you nicely captured the moment of pain and agony of a mindset dealing with death to a close loved one.

    I must admit, I am terrible at writing poetry, but I did write this one poem about aging a couple of years ago, will see if I can find it somehow.
     
  10. tromadz

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    poetry is for poor people.
     
  11. cheesey

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    Thanks Allabout!
     
  12. cheesey

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    (It BECAME that way the minute YOU posted in it!!!) :thumbsup: :rotflmao:
     
  13. tromadz

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    roses are red
    violets are blue
    this thread sucks ***
    and cheesey does too

    (this isnt so bad after all)
     
  14. arrowgargantuan

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    boooo...get off the stage poopstick!
     
  15. tromadz

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    maybe thats why i poo-poo poetry, i suck at it.

    keep on keepin on, ya hippie poets.
     
  16. arrowgargantuan

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    nah i think you're right for the most part. most poetry is really queer, i mean c'mon, this is an aadp thread. it's bound to be at least a little gay.
     
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  18. all about da packers

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    IMO, a great methaphorical poem by Robert Frost:

    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 kept 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.
     
  19. cheesey

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    Purse your lips.........and suck the fart outta my butt!!!

    (your right! This ISN'T so bad!) :rotflmao:
     
  20. Cdnfavrefan

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    Poetry on a football website....where has this world gone to
     
  21. cheesey

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    Hey! I'm secure enough in my manhood to allow my "softer" side to show!
    (I KNOW that leaves me open to attack by the vultures, but i'm not worried!!!) :rotflmao: :thumbsup:
     
  22. Cdnfavrefan

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    Ca Caw, Ca Caw :rotflmao: (BTW that's my vulture sound) I guess I'll admit I'm a closet poet, but that's the only thing I do in the closet :twisted:
     
  23. vikesrule

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    :eek:mg: ....you're out of the closet CDN?

    :rotflmao:
     
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    Ode to Old Cheesey

    Cheesey, oh Cheesey now that you're old,
    You are no longer yellow and bold.
    Instead you are a shade of grey;
    Some might use you for a toupee!

    Cheesey, oh Cheesey, a product of dairy,
    Now that you're old, you're green and hairy.



    :rotflmao:
     
  25. cheesey

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    Oh Vikesrule, oh Vikesrule,
    sometimes you act like such a tool!
    Go pour yourself a glass of Jim Beam,
    and learn to cheer for a REAL NFL team!
    I hate to be so bold,
    but you should be cheering for the Green and Gold!
    Now, why don't you hop on your old Schwinn bike
    and come on over to see what a SUPER BOWL trophy looks like!!! :thumbsup: :rotflmao:
     

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