~The official POETRY thread~

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So I...pull over to the side of the road
I heard "Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low?
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'?
"Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' "
"License and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin' a weapon on you I know a lot of you are"

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How do I know you're the real Dave and not some be-wigged imposter??
 
Oh no, you're wrong. I'll tell you. This time next year. Trust me, I know a thing or two ;)
 
Anyone who wants to become a beatnick?
:)

my father, when he lived
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oft, affectionately referred to me as Maynard G. Krebs
so much so, i had to watch Dobie Gillis to find out what the heck he was talkin about
therefore, i may already qualify

ps:when i lived in hollywood
i voted for
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Zelda!
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Angelic Upstart

Through the night I drove by,
I cast aside my watchful eye,
The terrain is tearfully breath taking;
The full white moon on still lakes and the stars glisten above,
I'm humbled by the elegance of the place,
There is no time and never has there been,
The notions of love seeped through the palms that clutched the wheel and to the heart that melted with each on look of this incredulous charm,
The owl swoops from its height and clasps at the prey,
Each leaf is still upon this glorious night and the atmosphere clutches at my chest and refuses to leave,
Tonight the evils seem rather coy and are replaced by bliss and immaculate joy,
The vehicle that I am controlling saunters on down the valley hills and to new out of reach bridges of life,
I glide round the corner and the dusk falls upon the sweet harmony of the mountains top.

Calum Ousby

The High Rise Estates

A needle, such a simple instrument, and one that can produce the sweetest music and the most gratifying feeling,
But, now we walk through the park glaring with utter vulgarity at the twelve year old children pushing their infantile in prams stolen from the mucky beck the previous night,
The unknown, unseen and unspeakable father slouches on the rotting sofa submersed in 10 foot of smoke and drowning any chances of life into the open neck of the whisky bottle,
The brother that is in jail for the Arndale shoplifting and the sister, who can’t tell her parents about the prospect of motherhood,
The broken bicycle chain catches on the Stella tin and trips the ill-clad vagrant to the stone floor,
At night a terrified man breaks into a sweat on hearing the screeching tyres and police sirens,
Mucky spoons and dirty leather belts that will send you spiralling up to heaven but then right back into the bottomless pit that is ‘your life’,
Then there are the words of your ‘supporting friends ‘,
Take your chance whilst you can, Get out whilst you can, Do what you must do,
I see the rope transform itself in the familiar rotary fashion, I know what to do.

Calum Ousby

I wrote both these poems when I was very bored at school. The first is inspired by what Moz said once about Scandinavia, enjoy:)
 
The Enochian Angel Of The 7th Aethyr

"I am the Daughter of Fortitude
and ravished every hour of my youth,
for behold, I am understanding
and science dwelleth in me,
and the heavens oppress me,
they cover and desire me with an infinite appetite,
where none other has embraced me?
for I am shadowed with circle of the stars
and covered with the morning clouds.
My feet are swifter than the winds
and my hands are swifter than the morning dew
and my garments are from the beginning
and my dwelling place is in myself.
The lion knoweth not where I walk,
neither do the beasts of the field understand me.
I am deflowered, yet a virgin.
I sanctify and am not sanctified.
Happy is he that embraceth me,
for in the night season, I am sweet
and in the day, full of pleasure.
My company is a harmony of many symbols
and my lips sweeter than health itself.
I am a harlot for such as ravish me
and a virgin for such as know me not.
Purge your streets,
O ye sons of men and wash your houses clean.
Make yourselves holy and put on righteousness.
Cast out your old strumpets and burn their clothes,
then I'll bring forth children unto you
and they shall be the sons of comfort
in the age that is to come
".
 
The Enochian Angel Of The 7th Aethyr

"I am the Daughter of Fortitude
and ravished every hour of my youth,
for behold, I am understanding
and science dwelleth in me,
and the heavens oppress me,
they cover and desire me with an infinite appetite,
where none other has embraced me?
for I am shadowed with circle of the stars
and covered with the morning clouds.
My feet are swifter than the winds
and my hands are swifter than the morning dew
and my garments are from the beginning
and my dwelling place is in myself.
The lion knoweth not where I walk,
neither do the beasts of the field understand me.
I am deflowered, yet a virgin.
I sanctify and am not sanctified.
Happy is he that embraceth me,
for in the night season, I am sweet
and in the day, full of pleasure.
My company is a harmony of many symbols
and my lips sweeter than health itself.
I am a harlot for such as ravish me
and a virgin for such as know me not.
Purge your streets,
O ye sons of men and wash your houses clean.
Make yourselves holy and put on righteousness.
Cast out your old strumpets and burn their clothes,
then I'll bring forth children unto you
and they shall be the sons of comfort
in the age that is to come
".

Very nice and interesting :)
 
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Happy Birthday Kenneth Rexroth


THE ADVANTAGES OF LEARNING

I am a man with no ambitions
And few friends, wholly incapable
Of making a living, growing no
Younger, fugitive from some just doom.
Lonely, ill-clothed, what does it matter?
At midnight I make myself a jug
Of hot white wine and cardamon seeds.
In a torn grey robe and old beret,
I sit in the cold writing poems,
Drawing nudes on the crooked margins,
Copulating with sixteen year old
Nymphomaniacs of my imagination​
(1944)

and

QUIETLY
Lying here quietly beside you,
My cheek against your firm, quiet thighs,
The calm music of Boccherini
Washing over us in the quiet,
As the sun leaves the housetops and goes
Out over the Pacific, quiet --
So quiet the sun moves beyond us,
So quiet as the sun always goes,
So quiet, our bodies, worn with the
Times and the penances of love, our
Brains curled, quiet in their shells, dormant,
Our hearts slow, quiet, reliable
In their interlocked rhythms, the pulse
In your thigh caressing my cheek. Quiet
(1956)​

and

Married Blues
I didn’t want it, you wanted it.
Now you’ve got it you don’t like it.
You can’t get out of it now.

Pork and beans, diapers to wash,
Too poor for the movies, too tired to love.
There’s nothing we can do.

Hot stenographers on the subway.
The grocery boy’s got a big one.
We can’t do anything about it.

You’re only young once.
You’ve got to go when your time comes.
That’s how it is. Nobody can change it.

Guys in big cars whistle.
Freight trains moan in the night.
We can’t get away with it.

That’s the way life is.
Everybody’s in the same fix.
It will never be any different.​
 
Thank you, never heard of Rexroth before but I really liked "the advantages of learning"
 
speakin of charlie12 and poetry
my fave 'epic poem' by Byron is

Mazeppa

found here;
http://readytogoebooks.com/MZP21.htm

ill list part 1 now;

"Twas after dread Pultowa's day,

When fortune left the royal Swede,

Around a slaughter'd army lay,

No more to combat and to bleed

The power and glory of the war,

Faithless as their vain votaries, men,

Had pass'd to the triumphant Czar,

And Moscow's walls were safe again,

Until a day more dark and drear,

And a more memorable year,

Should give to slaughter and to shame

A mightier host and haughtier name;

A greater wreck, a deeper fall,

A shock to one - a thunderbolt to all.
 
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