Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night .

[m williamson]

1 hour ago, cressida said:

He appreciates Dylan (Yes, I knew Dylan wrote it) it's a lovely line.

 

As for the trolley girls they should be so lucky to get to your age.

It is, Dylans poem to his father, very emotional . A great poet, one of my favourites along with Patrick Kavanagh and W B Yeats.

 

Patrick Kavanagh fell in love with a girl in Dublin, she broke his heart and he wrote Raglan Road about her. He wanted it to be turned into a song and chose an old Irish tune called The Dawning of the Day which was that old that no one knows who wrote it. I always loved the fact that he paid homage to the tune by including the title in the poem.

 

On Raglan Road of an Autumn day

I saw her first and knew,

That her dark hair would weave a snare.

That I might someday rue.

I saw the danger and I passed

along the enchanted way.

And I said " Let grief be a fallen leaf

At the dawning of the day "

 

He went to the Dubliners and the great Luke Kelly to record the song. I had the pleasure of listening to them sing it at the City Hall back in the day.

The girl who broke his heart married an Irish politician called O' Malley. Marrying a politician seems a suitable punishment for a woman who broke a poets heart. Although no broken heart , no Raglan Road . 

 

 

[cressida]

So many lovely,  poignant,  and sad words but without them we wouldn't have some of our great poets.

[despritdan]

This one always chokes me up:

 

Horace

Monty Python

 

Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay,
Horace ate himself one day.
He didn't stop to say his grace,
He just sat down and ate his face.
"We can't have this!" His Dad declared,
"If that lad's ate, he should be shared."
But even as they spoke they saw,
Horace eating more and more:
First his legs and then his thighs,
His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes...
"Stop him someone!" Mother cried,
"Those eyeballs would be better fried!"
But all to late, for they were gone,
And he had started on his dong...
"Oh! foolish child!" the father mourns,
"You could have deep fried that with prawns,
Some parsely and some tarter sauce..."
But H. was on his second course:
His liver and his lights and lung,
His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue;
"To think I raised him from the cot,
And now he's going to scoff the lot!"
His Mother cried: "What shall we do?
What's left won't even make a stew..."
And as she wept her son was seen,
To eat his head, his heart, his spleen.
And there he lay, a boy no more,
Just a stomache, on the floor...
None the less, since it was his,
They ate it - that's what haggis is. 

[Rockers rule]

16 minutes ago, despritdan said:

This one always chokes me up:

 

Horace

Monty Python

 

Much to his Mum and Dad's dismay,
Horace ate himself one day.
He didn't stop to say his grace,
He just sat down and ate his face.
"We can't have this!" His Dad declared,
"If that lad's ate, he should be shared."
But even as they spoke they saw,
Horace eating more and more:
First his legs and then his thighs,
His arms, his nose, his hair, his eyes...
"Stop him someone!" Mother cried,
"Those eyeballs would be better fried!"
But all to late, for they were gone,
And he had started on his dong...
"Oh! foolish child!" the father mourns,
"You could have deep fried that with prawns,
Some parsely and some tarter sauce..."
But H. was on his second course:
His liver and his lights and lung,
His ears, his neck, his chin, his tongue;
"To think I raised him from the cot,
And now he's going to scoff the lot!"
His Mother cried: "What shall we do?
What's left won't even make a stew..."
And as she wept her son was seen,
To eat his head, his heart, his spleen.
And there he lay, a boy no more,
Just a stomache, on the floor...
None the less, since it was his,
They ate it - that's what haggis is. 

Love it 

 

No wild Haggis were hurt in the making of this poem

 

 

 

 

 

Edited November 16, 2022 by Rockers rule
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[cressida]

Not seen that one before🤣

[Rockers rule]

6 hours ago, cressida said:

Not seen that one before🤣

It's a very old poem  Cressi.

 

Well before food banks and the bleating on about how you can't feed a family of 4 on't dole money, we hear so much about nowadays.

Us Jock's have always been frugal.

 

Keep safe out there  

Edited November 16, 2022 by Rockers rule
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[cressida]

Hi RR,  I believe this lady is Scottish and her poem is very well-known.

 

'When I am old I shall wear purple'  by Jenny Joseph

 

 

[retep]

21 hours ago, Rockers rule said:

All I want to know is who's that old guy in the bathroom mirror.

 

 

Where did you get cuttsies portrait from, looks like he's tidied his sen up a bit.

[cuttsie]

2 minutes ago, retep said:

Where did you get cuttsies portrait from, looks like he's tidied his sen up a bit.

As tha still got that pigeon ****e in thi hair , it was there for a week once in 1973 , it wa mixed up wi saw dust and shavings , suited thi though .

[Longcol]

11 hours ago, cressida said:

Some Robbie Burns please RR😉

Think we're more likely to get William McGogangall - or maybe Billy Connolly 🙃