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What Poems have you seen

or what Poems have you wrote that you would like to share with us

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manda

Who pinched my "F"
tell me, I'm not deaf
was I not looking
( or just to busy cooking )

manda

A kilt is worn round the waist,
And you may think this in bad taste,
But there's nothing worn under there,
Everything is just kept bare.

It can sometimes make you frown,
Like when you're going into town,
Get on a bus, go up the stair,
And the woman behind you looks up there.

It's all there for her to see,
Bum, dangly bits and knobbly knee,
You're sure to hear her gasp in shock,
Unless you thighs are tightly locked.

I could wear knickers this is true,
But if it's all the same to you,
Lots of pride is what I've got,
Just call me a real true Scot.

Dave M

true scot...

My favourite poem has to be "If" by Kipling. I do not know the words by heart it but the main theme is about every individual's struggle through life.







JA

JA: It is a great poem

Dave M: Aren't kilts English?

Not as far as I know Kow, but I do know a few Englishmen who have worn kilts.
Unless of course you mean the newer fashion kilts.

JA, I agree about If.

Dave.

jean-paul gaultier wears a kilt too...

and to keep this thread on the topic [poems]... yep if is ...

i also like "les fleurs du mal" by charles baudelaire... there should be some translations in english somewhere...

so, who's going to post the next poem?!...



loup

LD was feeling tired,
And so the powers that be,
Came up with something special,
For the likes of you and me,

Yoome2 they called it,
And it would be the best,
The brand new flagship,
The pride of Telewest.

Everybody waited,
For the launch of yoome2,
Feeling so excited,
To sign on as the crew.

For only £4-99 a month,
This jewel would be ours,
The said that it would set sail soon,
We counted down the hours.

Then came the wonderous news,
Yoome2 was here,
Joining was a nightmare,
Nothing seemed too clear,

LD names we could keep,
They'd remain the same,
But would they accept them?
No, they already had that name.

Then we finally joined the ship,
It was ours to enjoy,
And then came disappointment,
At Telewest's new toy.

To call this a flagship,
To me was just plain daft.
Compared to Leisure District,
Yoome2 was just a raft.

And so we all abandoned ship,
And left behind it's charms,
All picked up and rescued,
By the good ship FoLDers Arms.

Dave M

Good one Dave M

If


If you can keep your head when all men doubt you and make allowances for their doubting too. If you can bear to hear the truth you have spoken twisted by naves to make a trap for for fools, or see the things you gave your life to broken and held up again with worn out tools. If all men count with you but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiven minute with sixty seconds of distance run. Yours is the earth and what is moure you will be a man my son.


Kipling

Tree


I think that I shall see a poem as lovely as a tree. A tree where hungry mouth is pressed against earths flowing breast. A tree whom may in summer wear a nest of robins in her hair. Poems can be made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.









JA

The Daffodil


I wondered lonely as a cloud that floats on high over hill and dales. When 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 shines and twinkles in the milky may. The stretch is never ending line along the margin of the bay. Ten thousand I saw at a glance tossing their heads in a spitely glance. The wavees before me served to dance but they but did the sparkingly waves in glee. A peoet could not but be gay in in such a jocound company. I gazed and gazed but little thought what wealth to me the show had brought. For oft when on my couch I lie in vacant pensive mood. They flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude and then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils.

by Wordsworth



JA

Thank you Kow and Dave M for the compliments.







JA

Was the Tree poem your own JA?
I loved it.

Dave.

No it was a poem that was written around the 17-18th century ie maybe a peer of Wordsworth. My mother taught the poem and it is also set to music.







JA

dave: ...

LD's spirit sure still lives in us...
and also on h2g2... and that's thanks to _everyone_ involved with the various projects for the LDers on here...

katrine: great poems... thanks for sharing them with us...

talk soon...

loup

I have read the poems before but did not know them by heart. I had to ask my mother to write them down as when she was a school part of her schooling was to able to recite poems by memory.






JA

katrine: a bit like the traditional songs and stories passed on from generations to generations in a way.. in these times people didn't write them... they were telling and/or singing them...



talk soon...

loup

I learnt alot of traditional songs from my mother and grandmother when I was a little girl.






JA