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Originally Posted by hes
Thanks for this DT, i have a lovely second hand book of chinese poetry (by penguin i think), it has some really old poetry like this...i find it so evocative and romantic...i wonder if they sell anything like that where you are ( i mean translated into english)....:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
BPH? That is an enlarged prostate: (benign prostatic hyperplasia)
I thought he mentioned testicles somewhere too! :D
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Originally Posted by freckle
Sadly many of these trips overseas are pretty full on with little time for much more than work and bed but I'll have a look round if I get chance. I noticed there is a book shop in the airport ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Time I got ready for work. Good night poets and here's to another month :)
double :cool:......try not to work too hard we need you here at this thread! :) take careQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
trust you to lower theQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
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I might just have a link to handQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
http://www.rhymezone.com/
Not sure whether these have all been vetted. (See last of 4 syllable) :eek:
1 syllable:
bic, bick, blick, bric, brick, bryk, chick, click, crick, cwik, dic, dick, dicke, dyk, dzik, fick, ficke, flick, frick, fricke, gick, glick, hick, kick, klick, knick, krick, kwik, mic, mick, micke, nick, nik, pic, pick, pik, prick, quick, quik, ric, rick, ricke, schick, schlick, schmick, schnick, schrick, schtick, shick, shtick, sic, sick, slick, smick, spic, sprick, stick, strick, swick, thick, tic, tick, trick, vic, vick, vik, wick, wicke, wik, wyk, zick, zwick
2 syllables:
afflik, be sick, card trick, cue stick, deer tick, fish stick, free kick, frog kick, handpick, hard tick, horse tick, house dick, ice pick, joss stick, mouse click, nonstick, oil slick, old nick, place kick, pool stick, sheep tick, size stick, soft tick, sword stick, throw stick, vandyck, vanwyck, vanwyk, wood tick
3 syllables:
carrot stick, control stick, corner kick, dolphin kick, double quick, flutter kick, hockey stick, magic trick, nic, pogo stick, polo stick, scissors kick, shooting stick, sleepy dick, swagger stick, swimming kick, throwing stick, trisomic, walking stick
4 syllables:
adobe brick, celery stick, conjuring trick, licorice stick, measuring stick, ostpolitik, realpolitik, slippery dick
5 syllables:
devil's walking stick
6 syllables:
american dog tick
sorry miss. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Please ignore my next post as I did it again. !
Waaaaaaaaaaaat? :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Just off to wash my mouth out with soap and water.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Sadly not much you can do with my mind!
need sleep...goodnight all, another lovely poetry night, long may they continue!.........
Sleeping in the Forest
Mary Oliver
I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
Good morning one and all....i am digging forests at the minute, any poems in this area would be well received!...well basically any poems at all anyway....
A Dream Pang
Robert Frost
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:
You shook your pensive head as who should say,
'I dare not--too far in his footsteps stray--
He must seek me would he undo the wrong.
Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And tell you that I saw does still abide.
But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.
WIND
O Wind, I cannot see you pass,
And yet I feel you as you go
Around the world and every place,
Shouting and singing loud and low.
Your breath, your touch, is on my cheeks,
Such soft caressing finger-tips!
Can it be you whose anger wrecks
The high trees and the tallest ships ?
You run so light o'er field and hill,
You shake no frailest blossom down,
And yet make havoc when you will
O'er land and sea, in country and town.
I hear you waking up from sleep
Over the hills and far away,
You giant, roaring as you leap
O'er lambs and daisies at their play.
O Wind, your name makes music sweet!
You are a lovely thing, O Wind!
And how the world were incomplete
Without your unseen presence kind.
For now your arms are round my neck,
And now your buffets are too rough.
And your sharp kisses on my cheek,
And your fierce clasp and your wild love.
The fool hath said it in his heart
There are no miracles. O Wing
Confute him when you fly apart
Close-felt, beloved, invisible Thing.
Katharine Tynan
This looks very useful! I bet I could get a couple of the more dubious rhymes into one of my offerings, I'll have fun trying anyway.:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Some lovely poems Freckle & XRunner. What a great way to start the day! Here's a watery one by Emily Dickinson inspired by our current weather (well she wasn't, but I am)
Like rain it sounded till it curved
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then I new 'twas Wind --
It walked as wet as any Wave
But swept as dry as sand --
When it had pushed itself away
To some remotest Plain
A coming as of Hosts was heard
It filled the Wells, it pleased the Pools
It warbled in the Road --
It pulled the spigot from the Hills
And let the Floods abroad --
It loosened acres, lifted seas
The sites of Centres stirred
Then like Elijah rode away
Upon a Wheel of Cloud.
Emily Dickinson
Hmmmm... rhyming "Limerick" with "American Dog Tick" or even "Devils Walking Stick".... that would be some poem!
After a night of rain and thunder
I spy a challenge from Boy Wonder
To compose a rhyme
In double quick time
Using the words here-under
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Originally Posted by Boy Wonder
I just tried. I'm afraid it's some really crap poem! :( Not worthy of this hallowed space.Quote:
Originally Posted by Boy Wonder
Down to you BW!
Blooming heck...I can't resist a challenge and this arts festival application has been shelved for a few minutes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Boy Wonder
on this dreary dark day of rain
observing the river swell
strange flotsam gets caught in the drain
a long gnarly object as well
what can it be lying there
distracting me from my limerick
is it the leg off a chair
no, it's the devil's walking stick
hey OW...I never let crapness prevent me posting my dubious rhymes...go onnnnn....you know you want to....get it posted (I liked your above rhyme about the challenge)Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Oooh that is tricky. One at a time to start with....Quote:
Originally Posted by Boy Wonder
I sometimes feel a bit thick.
What is Devil's Walking Stick?
Aralia spinosa.
So now I knowsa.
All from a simple mouse click.
I strolled round woods near Limerick
Through swathes of Devil's Walking Stick
I thought it was fun
Til I found on my bum
A large 'merican Dog Tick
As near as I'm going to get I think! :)
I quite agree. I'd have nothing to post if I stopped writing dubious rhymes! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
and the winner is HHH!! I need a clapping smiley...I imagine you will know where to find one. Your powers of searching are unparalleled.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Eee Lass. I've never won anything as good as this before :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Come on OW. You can beat that.
Haiku limericks!Quote:
Originally Posted by Boy Wonder
A frustrating cross-over
No rhyming required :)
Welcome to this threadQuote:
Originally Posted by noel
I'll print you a little certificate if you like!:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
I've written this quick limerickQuote:
Originally Posted by Boy Wonder
It'll cling like a Yankee dog tick:
Once inside your head,
You'll gnaw off your leg
So'll need the Devil's own walking stick
Had to change some of the words a bit, but it just about hangs together. Doesn't it?:confused:
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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Thank you for your generosityQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I was driven here by curiosity
I'll warn you if I can
That my limericks don't always scan
And my rhyming borders on spuriosity
:D
OK Hes and Harry. You asked for it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
What makes an American dog tick?
For a start, not a limerick.
But he'll be happy all day
If allowed to play
With the Devil's walking stick.
bit like a fell race this.....I was there at the start, but finished after the prize giving!
And Hes - what are you doing here? It's before midnight!
On the subject of Limericks, here's my favourite, by Spike Miligan. This may have already been posted - I can't be bothered trawling through the thousands of posts. It goes something like (apologies for inaccuracies):
There was a young man from Siberia
Who as a father was rather inferior
A quick operation
Resolved the situation
And now she's a Mother Superior
Genius :D
Love it OW and the comment afterwards.:) I've been teaching a lot lately but I am back to 'working' at home today, thus a fair amount of procrastination and I may have to bury my laptop in the compost heap in order to resist the temptation to keep logging in here.Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Butterfly skin
Quivers with a moistening breath
Glistening wings sigh
....wow! Beautiful HHH.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Really looking forward to more of your spuriosity...welcome to the world of poetic mavericks!Quote:
Originally Posted by noel
Running
by Jennifer Rivera Sanchez
Running is in your blood
every time things come about
your ready to go silent not one shout
cry a little and than all gone
running is in your blood
you feel it makes you stronger
it labels you much more as a coward
never face up to what's right
never put up a fight
not for the things you love
nor the things you believe
enough is enough
when will your legs stop racing
so fast there's no tracing
so much hearts love for you
all you do is make them blue
not admitting your scared
starting over is easier
until the day you seek your truth
running will always be a part of you
and every time you find that one
your running has just begun
I am uncertain about the lack of punctuation...is it good for this poem?
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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Awesome... challenge accepted and mastered... chapeau - as they say in France!
At first I didn't understand this poem, then I re read it and now I find it very moving...i think it highlights that as wonderful as running is emotionally, spritually and physically it can also sometimes represent an avoidance of something very painful, something difficult to bear emotionally (perhaps i overanalyse?)...at least that was my interpretation...now that you point it out i did find the punctation a little distracting...
thankyou x runner for posting such a thought provoking poem :)