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"Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear A bear was Fuzzy Wuzzy When Fuzzy Wuzzy lost his hair He wasn’t fuzzy was ‘e? "  | |||
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"Applause Have you ever heard the planet Hold its breath before the storm? Like an audience in wait Before the curtains are withdrawn. It's the gentle buzz of wild things Straining leaves towards the sky, the steady thrum of wings Taking their owners somewhere dry. Then for a second it is nothing But the beat of nature's heart, Until as though it's lungs have burst The grey sky rips itself apart. And just like the earth's alive As it collectively exhales, The wind whips through the trees Whilst they all bend beneath it's wails. Then as the first drop falls There is a gasp, and then a pause, Before it seems the whole world breaks Into a deafening applause. ~ Erin Hanson " Very nice - I've not heard that before  | |||
"Applause Have you ever heard the planet Hold its breath before the storm? Like an audience in wait Before the curtains are withdrawn. It's the gentle buzz of wild things Straining leaves towards the sky, the steady thrum of wings Taking their owners somewhere dry. Then for a second it is nothing But the beat of nature's heart, Until as though it's lungs have burst The grey sky rips itself apart. And just like the earth's alive As it collectively exhales, The wind whips through the trees Whilst they all bend beneath it's wails. Then as the first drop falls There is a gasp, and then a pause, Before it seems the whole world breaks Into a deafening applause. ~ Erin Hanson Very nice - I've not heard that before "She writes some great stuff. Check her out. Her one I really love is ~ There is freedom waiting for you On the breezes of the sky, And you ask "What if I fall?" Oh but my darling, What if you fly? ~ Erin Hanson | |||
"Applause Have you ever heard the planet Hold its breath before the storm? Like an audience in wait Before the curtains are withdrawn. It's the gentle buzz of wild things Straining leaves towards the sky, the steady thrum of wings Taking their owners somewhere dry. Then for a second it is nothing But the beat of nature's heart, Until as though it's lungs have burst The grey sky rips itself apart. And just like the earth's alive As it collectively exhales, The wind whips through the trees Whilst they all bend beneath it's wails. Then as the first drop falls There is a gasp, and then a pause, Before it seems the whole world breaks Into a deafening applause. ~ Erin Hanson Very nice - I've not heard that before
She writes some great stuff. Check her out.
Her one I really love is ~
There is freedom waiting for you
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask "What if I fall?"
Oh but my darling,
What if you fly?
~ Erin Hanson
"I like that one better.. ok I'm going to post my favourite now.. it's pretty well known though.. | |||
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"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; D*unk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.— Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. *Makes me want to cry everytime I read it "Dulce et Decorum est - Wilfred Owen | |||
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"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; D*unk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.— Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. *Makes me want to cry everytime I read it "That one always makes me a bit wibble. | |||
"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; D*unk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.— Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. *Makes me want to cry everytime I read it
Dulce et Decorum est - Wilfred Owen"I know this one well. Beautiful but so so sad. | |||
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"War is never over Thought the treaties may be signed The memories of the battles Are forever in our minds War is never over So when you welcome heroes home Remember in their minds they hold Memories known to them alone War is never over Nam veterans know this well Now other wars bring memories back Of their own eternal hell War is never over For I knew world war two And I'll not forget the battles Or the nightmares that ensue War is never over Those left home to wait know this For many still are waiting It was their farewell kiss War is never over Though we win the victory Still in our minds the battles No freedom is not free! Cecil L. Harrison" So true.. so sad Lovely | |||
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"Whenever life gets you down And things seem hard or tough And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft And you feel that you've had quite enough... Just, remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned Around sun that is the source of all our power The sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see Are moving at a million miles a day In an outer spiral arm at forty thousand miles an hour In the galaxy we call the Milky Way Our galaxy itself, contains a hundred billion stars It's a hundred thousand light years side-to-side It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick But out by us its just three thousand light years wide We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point We go round every two hundred million years And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions In this amazing and expanding universe The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding In all of the directions it can whiz As fast as it can go, the speed of light you know Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure How amazingly unlikely is your birth And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space Cause there's bugger-all down here on Earth! A classic from Monty python The meaning of life " That is awesome I have to admit. | |||
"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; D*unk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.— Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. *Makes me want to cry everytime I read it
Dulce et Decorum est - Wilfred Owen"From my home town Wilfred. | |||
"Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; D*unk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.— Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. *Makes me want to cry everytime I read it
Dulce et Decorum est - Wilfred Owen From my home town Wilfred."I didn't get the chance to say before, I meant no harm dropping rhymes galore  | |||
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"Its the lyrics to a favourite song but very poetic... I lie awake at night Listening to you sleeping I hear the darkness breathe And the rain against the window After all this time Cynical and jaded All the stones are diamonds All the blues are faded Everything I've been through All I've seen and heard Spend so much of my life In the spiritual third world But you came and brought the rain here Something waiting to happen Something learning to fly We can talk without talking From inside to inside I have waited to feel this For the whole of my life We took ourselves apart We talked about our faces You said you didn't like yours I said I disagree I keep the pieces separate I clutch them in my coat A jigsaw of an angel I can do when I feel low From emptiness…" Songs are just poetry to music. I can't say that I know that one though. | |||
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"A Midsummer-Night's Dream ~ Act V Scene 2 PUCK sings: NOW the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the churchway paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic; not a mouse Shall disturb this hallowed house: I am sent with broom before To sweep the dust behind the door. ~ William Shakespeare" | |||
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"If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical. I believe that is another of his? Orsinio speaking in 12th Night" I think I just broke the non-love rule in my own thread! | |||
Yes I think you might just have.
If music be the food of love, play on definition.
It's the first line of the play The speaker is just simply asking for music because he is frustrated in courtship; he wants an overabundance of love so that he may lose his appetite for it.
A good choice
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"Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he’s dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning. Stevie Smith. A bit depressing yes, but a favourite of mine " Funny how some of the darkest ones are quite touching. | |||
"I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; I left my shoes and socks there - I wonder if they're dry? by Spike Milligan" | |||
"Rhyfel Gwae fi fy myw mewn oes mor ddreng A Duw ar drai ar orwel pell; O'i ôl mae dyn, yn deyrn a gwreng, Yn codi ei awdurdod hell. Pan deimlodd fyned ymaith Dduw Cyfododd gledd i ladd ei frawd; Mae swn yr ymladd ar ein clyw, A'i gysgod ar fythynnod tlawd. Mae'r hen delynau genid gynt Ynghrog ar gangau'r helyg draw, A gwaedd y bechgyn lond y gwynt, A'u gwaed yn gymysg efo'r glaw." Can't say as I'm familiar with.. or even know how to start pronouncing any of that. I'm sure it's beautiful though. | |||
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"Upon an island hard to reach, the East Beast sits upon his beach. Upon the west beach sits the West Beast. Each beach beast thinks he's the best beast. Which beast is best?...Well, I thought at first that the East was best and the West was worst. Then I looked again from the west to the east and I liked the beast on the east beach least. " I like that.. what's that from? | |||
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