Favourite Poem?

[Brighton Breezy]

Mine would be:

'The Doggies had a party'

of 'The Soldier' by Rupert Brooke.

 

[Adams score 0]

f**k off

 

[Digweeds Trousers]

Morris =

 

[ManOnTheRun]

There was a young lady from Ealing
Who had an incredible feeling
She laid on her back
opened her crack
and pissed all over the ceiling ...

The iambic pentameter is just perfect don't you think ...

 

[Muzzman]

There are holes in the sky,
Where the rain comes in.
But these holes are small,
That's why rain is thin.

- S. Milligan

 

[Hiney]

With grateful thanks to Derek & Clive:

Oh dear little Flo
I love you so
Especially in your nightie
When the moonlight flits
Across your tits
Oh Jesus Christ Almighty

 

[Biscuit]

Kipling's 'If'

closely followed by 'Horn of plenty' by Tony Harrison.

 

[Braders]

Kipling's 'If'

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!

top choice

 

[sams dad]

I must go down to the sea again,
To the lonely sea and the sky,
I left my vest and pants there,
I do hope they're dry

Another of Spike Milligan's efforts

 

[B.M.F]

Kipling's 'If

Is that Mr Kipling saying if only I stuck to biscuits instead of making cakes

 

[Tom Hark Preston Park]

'Falmer Pond' by Attila The Stockbroker - for the immortal lines:

'But, Mr. Prescott, you are stout of heart.
You knocked that deadly Welsh egg thrower down
And didn't let the crap canoeist drown.'

Quality

 

[turienzo's lovechild]

poetry is for GAYS


fact

 

[Adams score 0]

poetry is for GAYS


fact

Straight to the point.
Ilike it.

 

[Marc]

Row row row your boat,
gently down the stream,
Bra off Trousers down,
Is'nt life a scream <HUH!> (complete with pelvic thrust)

 

[Tesco in Disguise]

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about your propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue, when your blood was read
That's how you got a bullet blasted through your head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen, you were mesmerised
Cellular phones sounding a death tone
Corporations cold. Turn you to stone before you realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mother fuckers lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until your mind is locked in
Believing all the lies that they're telling you
Buying all the products that they're selling you
They say jump and ya say how high
You're brain-dead, you've got a f***ing bullet in your head





edit: cleaned it up a bit

 

[Adams score 0]

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue, when ya blood was read
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen, you were mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold. Turn ya to stone before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head

Nothing racist intended,but unless you are black.It is not right coming from a white man

 

[Adams score 0]

In other words.
Is that Byron.?

 

[Tesco in Disguise]

it's de la rocha. it's about the effect capitalism has had on society, a commentary on how corporations have more control over peoples' lives than government. this affects us all, adams. not just blacks.

 

[Adams score 0]

Over my head.
But if you like it ,fair play.

 

[Tesco in Disguise]

i've edited my first post, made it a bit easier to read. still great though, but that's just me.