[quote]spiderman739 wrote:
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - by Wilfred Owen
the best war poem I have ever read.
[/quote]
I agree. it’s stark stuff.
Do not go gentle into that goodnight, done perfectly by Rodney Dangerfield…
Let me try this again…
Fire and Ice By Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Real short and easy to memorize, I’ve used it both this year which is 10th grade, and last year hahaha
I was going to post Dulce et Decorum est as well. Good stuff.
[quote]BobParr wrote:
Nice, Nards! William Blake is awesome. Ever see his art? It looks incredibly contemporary for 250 year old stuff.[/quote]
Thanks for the hint…I just went and googled.
So THAT’S where the Red Dragon tattoo came from! Very powerful work.
The Face of Love by DB Cooper
I am the fingers 'round your throat
I am the fist that makes you choke
I am the cock deep inside you
I will squeeze you 'til you’re blue
I am the one who throws you down
You had better make no sound
I am the one who makes you cum
From me, you cannot run
I am your demon, I’m your God
If you can hear me, simply nod
I took the rag out of your mouth
On me you will go south
I am the drug pumped in your vein
Without me you’d go insane
I am the one who makes you scream
And you make my fangs gleam
I am your master, you’re my slave
There’s nothing left to save
I used you up just like your mother
I am your father and your lover
A drinking song by Yeats
WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
Amygdala by DB Cooper
I’m confused
I’m ambivalent
Sadness and Rage
My predicament
Fight or flight
Run or stay
Might makes right
Feet take me away
Throbbing and pulsing
With adrenaline and dopamine
Twisted and convulsing
In need of more ketamine
What shall I do
What shall I say
Black and blue
My face may
Bloodlust quenches me
I like to see it spilled
His knife shines before me
I may well get killed
My frontal bone is hard
And his face it will collapse
I’ll only be scarred
And the pain will surely pass
My fist is cocked and ready
I love meat and I’m hungry
My nerves are now steady
My options are many and sundry
I’m a loaded gun
But I have a conscience
Violence is fun
But so is calmness
He cuts my flesh
I’m on him fast
With a kick to the chest
Not long will he last
My teeth sink in
Quick and with grace
Is it a sin
To chew on his face
Cannibalism is In this year
And this you can quote
I’ve gone too far I fear
I should have just slit his motherfucking throat
[quote]MaximusB wrote:
Let me try this again…
The sheila in that clip, is it OG?
This is in my textbook 250 poems a portable anthology:
High Windows
by Philip Larkin
When I see a couple of kids
And guess he’s fucking her and she’s
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise
Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives?
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide
To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That’ll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark
About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
Longing by DB Cooper
It has never been used
And it has never been abused
It has never known affection
Nor been betrayed by defection
It has never belonged
But it has never been wronged
It remains intact, kept inside its wrapping
My lonely heart
[quote]MaximusB wrote:
Do not go gentle into that goodnight, done perfectly by Rodney Dangerfield…
[/quote]
Dammit I should have known that somebody would have already posted this.
Another one (technically a toast) about honor:
Here’s to honor.
To get honor.
And to stay on her.
And if you can’t cum in her at least cum on her.
This is a poem by Christopher Marley - I don’t know it’s title.
The greatest poem ever known is one all poets have outgrown.
The poetry innate, untold, of being only four years old.
Still young enough to be a part of nature’s great impulsive heart.
Born comrade of bird and bee, and unselfconscious as the tree.
And yet with lovely reason skilled, each day new paradise to build.
A late explorer of each sense, without dismay, without pretense.
In your unstrained, transparent eyes, there is no conscience, no surprise.
Life’s queer connundrums you accept, your strange divinity still kept.
And life that sets all things in rhyme, may make you poet too in time.
But there were days, oh tender elf, when you were poetry itself.
Here’s an easy one:
Soft kitty
Warm kitty
Little ball of fur
Happy Kitty
Sleepy Kitty
Purr, Purr, Purr
…and for the more perverse:
Pink kitty
Tight kitty
Gotta get me some
Hot kitty
Wet kitty
Filled up with cum
[quote]Wambat wrote:
[quote]MaximusB wrote:
Let me try this again…
The sheila in that clip, is it OG?
[/quote]
Not really sure, you would have to ask her.
There were some really good poems from Calvin and Hobbes:
A Nauseous Nocturne
Another night deprived of slumber,
Hours passing without number,
My eye trace 'round the room. I lay
Dripping sweat and now quite certain
That tonight the final curtain
Drops upon my life’s short precious play.
From the darkness, by the closet
Comes a noise, much like a faucet
Makes: a madd’ning drip-drip-dripping sound.
It seems some ill-proportioned beast,
Anticipating me deceased,
Is drooling poison puddles on the ground…
A can of mace, a forty-five,
Is all I’d need to stay alive,
But no weapon lies within my sight.
Oh my gosh! A shadow’s creeping,
Ominous ans black, it’s seeping
Slowly 'cross a moonlit square of light!
Suddenly a floorboard creak
Anounces the bloodsucking freak
Is here to steal my future years away!
A sulf’rous smell now fills the room
Heralding my imm’nent doom!
A fang gleams in the dark and murky gray!
Oh, blood-red eyes a tentacles!
Throbbing, pulsing ventricles!
Mucus-oozing porses and frightful claws!
Worse, in terms of outright scariness,
Are the suckers multifarious
That grab and force you in its mighty jaws!
This disgusting aberration
Of nature needs no motivation
To devour helpless children in their beds.
Relishing despairing moans,
It chews kids up and sucks their bones,
And disolves inside its mouth their li’l heads!
I know this 'cause I read it not
Two hours ago and then I got
The heebie-jeebies and these awful shakes.
My parents swore upon their honor
That I was safe, and not a goner.
I guess tomorrow they’ll see their sad mistakes.
In the morning, they’ll come in
And say, “What was that awful din
We heard last night? You kept us both from sleep!”
Only then will they surmise
The gruesomeness of my demise
And see that my remains are in a heap.
Dad will look at Mom and say,
“Too bad he had to go that way.”
And Mom will look at Dad and nod assent.
Mom will add, “Still, it’s fitting,
That as he was this world quiting,
He should leave another mess before he went.”
They may not miss me first, I know.
They will miss me later, though,
And perhaps admit that they were wrong.
As memories of me grow dim,
They’ll say, “We were too strict with him.
We should have listened to him all along.”
As speedily my end approaches,
I bid a final “buenas noches”
To my best friend in the world.
Gently snoring, whiskers seeming
To sniff at smells (he must be dreaming),
He lies snuggled in the blackets curled.
HEY! WAKE UP, YOU STUPID CRETIN!
YOU GONNA SLEEP WHILE I GET EATEN?!
Suddenly the monster knows I’m not alone!
There’s an animal in bed with me!
an awful beast he did not see!
The monster never would’ve come if he had know!
The monster, in his confernation,
Demonstrates defenestration,
And runs and runs and runs and runs away.
Rid of the pest,
I now can rest,
Thanks to my best friend, who saved the day.
©1989 Bill Watterson
