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#553274 - 08/01/17 05:08 AM Re: The poem society [Re: Stanley Park]
Redneckscouser Offline
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When I was studying literature I was inspired by Wilfred Owen's works. He was an English realist poet and soldier in the 1st world war. Whilst the media at the time were painting a very patriotic picture about the war, Owen was writing the realities of the trenches and mustard gas, into his works.
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#553293 - 08/01/17 02:06 PM Re: The poem society [Re: Stanley Park]
lumba Offline
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Loc: Limbo
Good shout Red,first came across Owen while I was putting together a project on the Battle of the Somme at school .
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#553422 - 09/01/17 10:57 PM Re: The poem society [Re: Stanley Park]
Derek Offline
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Registered: 11/04/10
Posts: 3627
Loc: Maine woods
Pat Ingoldsby, a modern Irish poet and a bit of a recluse. He used to sell his books on the street in Dublin. This one always struck a chord with me.

For Rita With Love

You came home from school
On a special bus
Full of people
Who look like you
And love like you
And you met me
For the first time
And you loved me.
You love everybody
So much that itís not safe
To let you out alone.
Eleven years of love
And trust and time for you to learn
That you canít go on loving like this.
Unless you are stopped
You will embrace every person you see.
Normal people donít do that.
Some Normal people will hurt you
Very badly because you do.

Cripples donít look nice
But you embrace them.
You kissed a wino on the bus
And he broke down and cried
And he said ĎNobody has kissed me
For the last 30 years.
But you did.
You touched my face
With your fingers and said
ĎI like you.í

The world will never
Be ready for you.
Your way is right
And the world will never be ready. We could learn everything
That we need to know
By watching you
Going to your special school
In your special bus
Full of people
Who look like you
And love like you
And itís not safe
To let you out alone.
If youíre not normal
There is very little hope
For the rest of us.

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#553432 - 10/01/17 12:35 AM Re: The poem society [Re: Derek]
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Loc: Grimsville
I like that one
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#553495 - 11/01/17 07:48 PM Re: The poem society [Re: Stanley Park]
Shaggydog Offline
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Registered: 30/12/10
Posts: 7944
W.B Yeats I have the link for the musical version at the end as I'm a very nice person

The Stolen Child

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

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#553778 - 14/01/17 08:07 PM Re: The poem society [Re: Stanley Park]
wilkij1975 Offline
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Registered: 26/06/09
Posts: 15871
Loc: Northamptonshire
Way too much culture in here so-

There was a young lady from Ealing
Who had a terrible feeling
She laid on her back
And opened her crack
And [oops] all over the ceiling.

I thank you grin

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