Solomon's poetry thread

[mr_blue_owl]

i've always loved this song

 

it's how i feel

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nef8hzLE4uQ

 

There are some awful pretty songs

And that one is pretty awful:D

[Solomon1]

There are some awful pretty songs

And that one is pretty awful:D

 

how very dare you

[Berlin]

The splendor falls on castle walls

And snowy summits old in story;

The long light shakes across the lakes,

And the wild cataract leaps in glory.

Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,

Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying. dying, dying.

 

O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear,

And thinner, clearer, farther going!

O, sweet and far from cliff and scar

The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!

Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying,

Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

 

O love, they die in yon rich sky,

They faint on hill or field or river;

Our echoes roll from soul to soul,

And grow for ever and for ever.

Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,

And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

 

 

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

[jobee]

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

 

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all 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 shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

 

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed---and gazed---but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

 

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in 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.

William Wordsworth

 

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I've always adored it.j

[BasilRathbon]

I once knew a girl from Devizes

whose t*ts were of differing sizes

One was quite small

And of no use at all

but the other was huge and won prizes

[Berlin]

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

 

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all 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 shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

 

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed---and gazed---but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

 

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in 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.

William Wordsworth

 

/QUOTE]

 

I've always adored it.j

 

 

Still wonderful all these years after we were made to learn it by heart.

I'm so glad we were!

[Berlin]

I once knew a girl from Devizes

whose t*ts were of differing sizes

One was quite small

And of no use at all

but the other was huge and won prizes

 

 

There was a young man from Dumfries

Who did terrible things to his geese.

But he went too far

With with his budgerigar

And his parrot phoned the police.

[Solomon1]

Twas the Night before Christmas

 

 

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

 

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

 

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

 

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

 

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

 

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

 

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

 

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

 

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

 

Clement Clarke Moore (1822)

[Solomon1]

i like this poem because it fills me with nostalgia

[jobee]

Music career

In addition to acting, Murphy also became successful as a country music songwriter.[2] teaming up with such talented musicians and composers as Guy Mitchell, Jimmy Bryant, Scott Turner, Coy Ziegler, and Terri Eddleman. Murphy's songs were recorded and released by such performers as Dean Martin,[2] Eddy Arnold,[2] Charley Pride,[2] Jimmy Bryant, Porter Waggoner, Jerry Wallace, Roy Clark, and Harry Nilsson. His two biggest hits were "Shutters and Boards" and "When the Wind Blows in Chicago". Eddy Arnold recorded the latter for his 1983 RCA album, Last of the Love Song Singers

 

Poems by Audie Murphy

 

 

 

THE CROSSES GROW ON ANZIO

Oh, gather 'round me, comrades; and listen while I speak

Of a war, a war, a war where hell is six feet deep.

Along the shore, the cannons roar. Oh how can a soldier sleep?

The going's slow on Anzio. And hell is six feet deep.

Praise be to God for this captured sod that rich with blood does seep.

With yours and mine, like butchered swine's; and hell is six feet deep.

That death awaits there's no debate; no triumph will we reap.

The crosses grow on Anzio, where hell is six feet deep.

 

. . . Audie Murphy, 1948

 

 

ALONE AND FAR REMOVED

Alone and far removed from earthly care

The noble ruins of men lie buried here.

You were strong men, good men

Endowed with youth and much the will to live

I hear no protest from the mute lips of the dead.

They rest; there is no more to give.

 

So long my comrades,

Sleep ye where you fell upon the field.

But tread softly please

March o'er my heart with ease

March on and on,

But to God alone we kneel.

. . . Audie Murphy

 

 

FREEDOM FLIES IN YOUR HEART

LIKE AN EAGLE

Dusty old helmet, rusty old gun,

They sit in the corner and wait -

Two souvenirs of the Second World War

That have withstood the time, and the hate.

Mute witness to a time of much trouble.

Where kill or be killed was the law -

Were these implements used with high honor?

What was the glory they saw?

 

Many times I've wanted to ask them -

And now that we're here all alone,

Relics all three of a long ago war -

Where has freedom gone?

 

Freedom flies in your heart like an eagle.

Let it soar with the winds high above

Among the spirits of soldiers now sleeping,

Guard it with care and with love.

 

I salute my old friends in the corner,

I agree with all they have said -

And if the moment of truth comes tomorrow,

I'll be free, or By God, I'll be dead!

 

. . . Audie Murphy