Favorite poets and their works

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Deidre, Jul 1, 2018.

  1. ^it's from Mother Courage
     
  2. Ged

    Ged Tits and Thigh Man.

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    Well I actually studied that in A level Theatre Studies but I don't remember that from those days. It's funny how things come around.
     
  3. Yeah.

    We did Mother Courage in high school.
    But that was a long time ago.

    Funny how some things evaporate and some stay.
     
  4. pensfan13

    pensfan13 Senior Member

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    Poe and his best poem is the raven.
     
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  5. McFuddy

    McFuddy Visitor

    I will speak of Poe never more.
     
  6. Deidre

    Deidre Follow thy heart

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    That's the best poem.
     
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  7. Deidre

    Deidre Follow thy heart

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  8. Total Darkness

    Total Darkness 100% Cocoa

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    No Self is True Self

    The man in whom Tao acts without impediment
    Does not bother with his own interests
    And does not despise others who do

    He does not struggle to make money
    And does not make a virtue of poverty.

    He goes his way without relying on others
    And does not pride himself on walking alone.

    While he does not follow the crowd
    He won't complain of those who do.

    Rank and reward make no appeal to him;
    Disgrace and shame do not deter him.

    He is not always looking for right and wrong
    Always deciding "yes" and "no."

    The ancients said, therefore:
    "The man of Tao remains unknown.
    Perfect virtue produces nothing
    No-Self Is True-Self
    And the greatest man is nobody"

    Chuang Tzu
     
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  9. lion1978

    lion1978 The King

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    NO
    By Michael Strunge

    Ido not want to die.
    Just be unborn
     
  10. Sharethelove

    Sharethelove Members

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    Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
    I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
    But when I start to tell them,
    They think I’m telling lies.
    I say,
    It’s in the reach of my arms,
    The span of my hips,
    The stride of my step,
    The curl of my lips.
    I’m a woman
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That’s me.

    I walk into a room
    Just as cool as you please,
    And to a man,
    The fellows stand or
    Fall down on their knees.
    Then they swarm around me,
    A hive of honey bees.
    I say,
    It’s the fire in my eyes,
    And the flash of my teeth,
    The swing in my waist,
    And the joy in my feet.
    I’m a woman
    Phenomenally.

    Phenomenal woman,
    That’s me.

    Men themselves have wondered
    What they see in me.
    They try so much
    But they can’t touch
    My inner mystery.
    When I try to show them,
    They say they still can’t see.
    I say,
    It’s in the arch of my back,
    The sun of my smile,
    The ride of my breasts,
    The grace of my style.
    I’m a woman
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That’s me.

    Now you understand
    Just why my head’s not bowed.
    I don’t shout or jump about
    Or have to talk real loud.
    When you see me passing,
    It ought to make you proud.
    I say,
    It’s in the click of my heels,
    The bend of my hair,
    the palm of my hand,
    The need for my care.
    ’Cause I’m a woman
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That’s me.

    Xoxo my fav Maya Angelou
     
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  11. Deidre

    Deidre Follow thy heart

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    Mina Loy

    Such a way with words.

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  12. fjdreams

    fjdreams count chocula

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    I've always loved this particular poem by Bukowski. When I first read it, it reminded me of the relationship I was in at the time. When I read it now, it reminds me of a darker time, and I'm glad I no longer feel the visceral response to the poem, but rather a gentle and benign nostalgia. Heck, reading it again right now, though, I still get a little teary. But I'm super emotional today anyway.


    "I'm In Love"

    she's young, she said,
    but look at me,
    I have pretty ankles,
    and look at my wrists, I have pretty
    wrists
    o my god,
    I thought it was all working,
    and now it's her again,
    every time she phones you go crazy,
    you told me it was over
    you told me it was finished,
    listen, I've lived long enough to become a
    good woman,
    why do you need a bad woman?
    you need to be tortured, don't you?
    you think life is rotten if somebody treats you
    rotten it all fits,
    doesn't it?
    tell me, is that it? do you want to be treated like a
    piece of shit?
    and my son, my son was going to meet you.
    I told my son
    and I dropped all my lovers.
    I stood up in a cafe and screamed
    I'M IN LOVE,
    and now you've made a fool of me. . .
    I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry.
    hold me, she said, will you please hold me?
    I've never been in one of these things before, I said,
    these triangles. . .
    she got up and lit a cigarette, she was trembling all
    over.she paced up and down,wild and crazy.she had
    a small body.her arms were thin,very thin and when
    she screamed and started beating me I held her
    wrists and then I got it through the eyes:hatred,
    centuries deep and true.I was wrong and graceless and
    sick.all the things I had learned had been wasted.
    there was no creature living as foul as I
    and all my poems were
    false.

    Charles Bukowski
     
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  13. Meliai

    Meliai Banned

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    Bukowski is a bit bleak. But i like him

    More Bukowski -

    there's a bluebird in my heart that
    wants to get out
    but I'm too tough for him,
    I say, stay in there, I'm not going
    to let anybody see
    you.
    there's a bluebird in my heart that
    wants to get out
    but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
    cigarette smoke
    and the whores and the bartenders
    and the grocery clerks
    never know that
    he's
    in there.

    there's a bluebird in my heart that
    wants to get out
    but I'm too tough for him,
    I say,
    stay down, do you want to mess
    me up?
    you want to screw up the
    works?
    you want to blow my book sales in
    Europe?
    there's a bluebird in my heart that
    wants to get out
    but I'm too clever, I only let him out
    at night sometimes
    when everybody's asleep.
    I say, I know that you're there,
    so don't be
    sad.
    then I put him back,
    but he's singing a little
    in there, I haven't quite let him
    die
    and we sleep together like
    that
    with our
    secret pact
    and it's nice enough to
    make a man
    weep, but I don't
    weep, do
    you?
     
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  14. Deidre

    Deidre Follow thy heart

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  15. Deidre

    Deidre Follow thy heart

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    Bump, forgot about this thread.

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  16. hotwater

    hotwater Senior Member Lifetime Supporter

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    Henry Beston

    We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.
     

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