Poetry that you like but isn't necessarily great.

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  1. Mollyboo

    Mollyboo First Year Pro

    Philip Larkin

    They fvck you up, your mum and dad.
    They may not mean to, but they do.
    They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

    But they were fvcked up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,
    Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another’s throats.

    Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
    Get out as early as you can,
    And don’t have any kids yourself.
     
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  2. wfcmoog

    wfcmoog Tinpot

    I'm not a poet so don't have a valid opinion
     
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  3. Mollyboo

    Mollyboo First Year Pro

    You're covered by the thread title.
     
  4. PhilippineOrn

    PhilippineOrn First Team

    I don't know much about poetry but I know what I like.
     
  5. Meh!

    Meh! Pre-Dictator

    My boss makes a dollar,
    I make a dime,
    That's why I poop,
    On company time.
     
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  6. tonycotonstache

    tonycotonstache Squad Player

    If I had the wings of a sparrow
     
  7. GoingDown

    GoingDown "The Stability"

    Roses are red,
    My name is Dave,
    This poem makes no sense,
    Microwave.
     
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  8. HAIKU
    To-con-vey one’s mood
    In sev-en-teen syll-able-s
    Is ve-ry dif-fic
     
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  9. Jossy

    Jossy Reservist

  10. Clive_ofthe_Kremlin

    Clive_ofthe_Kremlin Squad Player

    Wun-Wun was a race horse
    Tutu was one too
    Wun-Wun won one race
    And tutu won one too.
     
  11. KelsoOrn

    KelsoOrn Squad Player

    When the red, red, robin goes bob-bob-bobbin' along ...

    Shoot the barsteward, shoot the barsteward ...
     
  12. There are holes in the sky
    where the rain gets in
    But the holes are very small
    that's why rain is thin.

    S Milligna
     
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  13. Cthulhu

    Cthulhu Keyboard Warrior Staff Member

    Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races,
    A thing as he'd ne'er done before,
    And as luck always follers beginners,
    Won five pounds, no-less and no-more.



    He felt himself suddenly tempted
    To indulge in some reckless orgee,
    So he went to a caffy-a-teerer
    And had a dressed crab with his tea.

    He were crunching the claws at the finish
    And wondering what next he would do,
    Then his thoughts turned to home and to Mother,
    And what she would say when she knew.

    For Mother were dead against racing
    And said as she thought 'twere a sin
    For people to gamble their money
    Unless they were certain to win.

    These homely domestic reflections
    Seemed to cast quite a gloom on Pa's day
    He thought he'd best take home a present
    And square up the matter that way.

    ' Twere a bit ofa job to decide on
    What best to select for this 'ere,
    So he started to look in shop winders
    In hopes as he'd get some idea.

    He saw some strange stuff in a fruit shop
    Like leeks with their nobby ends gone,
    It were done up in bundles like firewood-
    Said Pa to the Shopman, "What's yon?"

    "That's Ass-paragus-what the Toffs eat"
    Were the answer; said Pa "That 'll suit,
    I'd best take a couple of bundles,
    For Mother's a bobby for fruit."

    He started off home with his purchase
    And pictured Ma all the next week
    Eating sparagus fried with her bacon
    Or mashed up in bubble-and-squeak.

    He knew when she heard he'd been racing
    She'd very nigh talk him to death,
    So he thought as he'd call in the ' Local'
    To strengthen his nerve and his breath.

    He had hardly got up to the counter
    When a friend of his walked in the bar,
    He said "What ye got in the bundle?"
    "A present for Mother," said Pa.

    It's 'sparagus stuff what the Toffs eat "
    His friend said "It's a rum-looking plant,
    Can I have the green ends for my rabbits?"
    said Pa "Aye, cut off what you want.

    He cut all the tips off one bundle,
    Then some more friends arrived one by one,
    And all of them seemed to keep rabbits
    Pa had no green ends left when they'd done.

    When he got home the 'ouse were in dark ness,
    So he slipped in as sly as a fox,
    Laid the 'sparagus on kitchen table
    And crept up to bed in his socks.

    He got in without waking Mother,
    A truly remarkable feat,
    And pictured her telling the neighbours
    As 'twere 'sparagus-what the toffs eat.

    But when he woke up in the morning
    It were nigh on a quarter to ten,
    There were no signs of Mother, or breakfast
    Said Pa, "What's she done with her-sen?"

    He shouted "What's up theer in t' kitchen?"
    She replied, "You do well to enquire,
    Them bundles of chips as you brought home
    Is so damp... I can't light the fire."
     
  14. Robert Peel

    Robert Peel Squad Player

    Thanks, that's cheered me up no end.
     
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  15. wfcmoog

    wfcmoog Tinpot

  16. WillisWasTheWorst

    WillisWasTheWorst Its making less grammar mistake's thats important

  17. PhilippineOrn

    PhilippineOrn First Team

    That's not safe for work. Surprised the mods haven't put it behind a spoiler. Come on moog, kids read this forum too.
     
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  18. Maninblack

    Maninblack Reservist

    It was the STUDY of poetry at school put me off it for life. Detested it and still do.

    Teacher: 'Why did poet X choose this word?'
    Class: (collective Alan Partridge-like dismissive shrug)
    Teacher: 'He was feeling (randomly chosen adjective) about (randomly chosen life event) and wanted to convey this for dramatic effect'.
    Class: 'How do you know? Poet X was more likely to have been picking his nose or looking through a thesaurus. It's all pure conjecture, high art ********'.

    (Teacher rambles on, class falls asleep)
     
  19. Keighley

    Keighley First Team

    You clearly had **** teachers, then.

    We all loved studying poetry, much more fun than Shakespeare or ******* Jane Austen.
     
  20. Moose

    Moose First Team Captain

    Should have been titled ‘the beans on toast’ poetry thread.
     
  21. Maninblack

    Maninblack Reservist

    I certainly did! He switched me off everything to do with English Lit - probably why I got an E in that, yet an A in English Language!
     
  22. PhilippineOrn

    PhilippineOrn First Team

    I would have marked you down for using a comma with a coordinating conjunction.
     
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  23. Clive_ofthe_Kremlin

    Clive_ofthe_Kremlin Squad Player

    The facking cops are facking keen
    To facking keep it facking clean
    The facking chief’s a facking swine
    Who facking draws a facking line
    At facking fun and facking games
    The facking kids he facking blames
    Are nowehere to be facking found
    Anywhere in Lutontown

    The facking scene is facking sad
    The facking news is facking bad
    The facking weed is facking turf
    The facking speed is facking surf
    The facking folks are facking daft
    Don’t make me facking laugh
    It facking hurts to look around
    Everywhere in Lutontown

    The facking train is facking late
    You facking wait you facking wait
    You’re facking lost and facking found
    Stuck in facking Lutontown

    The facking view is facking vile
    For facking miles and facking miles
    The facking babies facking cry
    The facking flowers facking die
    The facking food is facking muck
    The facking drains are facking facked
    The colour scheme is facking brown
    Everywhere in Lutontown

    The facking pubs are facking dull
    The facking clubs are facking full
    Of facking girls and facking guys
    With facking murder in Their eyes
    A facking bloke is facking stabbed
    Waiting for a facking cab
    You facking stay at facking home
    The facking neighbors facking moan
    Keep The facking racket down
    This is facking Lutontown

    The facking train is facking late
    You facking wait you facking wait
    You’re facking lost and facking found
    Stuck in facking Lutontown

    The facking pies are facking old
    The facking chips are facking cold
    The facking beer is facking flat
    The facking flats have facking rats
    The facking clocks are facking wrong
    The facking days are facking long
    It facking gets you facking down
    Evidently Lutontown
     
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  24. Bwood_Horn

    Bwood_Horn Squad Player

    Someone *obviously* never went to Cambridge.
     
  25. PhilippineOrn

    PhilippineOrn First Team

    I didn't go to Oxford either, hence I know the suffix is -ise and not -ize.
     
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  26. Maninblack

    Maninblack Reservist

    I don't really know what that means! :D

    I can't recall ever being explicitly taught English Language at O-level - we were just expected to pick it up by osmosis, which I think I did quite well considering I hated the literature side of the subject. Consequently I can usually tell when punctuation or grammar is correct or not but I can't often explain why!

    It might be worth saying at this point I know I'm not perfect but I am increasingly appalled and embarrassed at the poor quality of spelling, punctuation and grammar from many of my younger teaching colleagues. I get my tutor group to play 'Spot the Mistakes' on the daily study bulletin. :)
     
  27. PhilippineOrn

    PhilippineOrn First Team

    You are 52....54 tops!
     
  28. Maninblack

    Maninblack Reservist

    55 in fact. Was this a 3-year strategy that was then dumped?!
     
  29. SkylaRose

    SkylaRose Administrator Staff Member

    My fave all time poem from William Blake:

    "To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour."
     
  30. Bwood_Horn

    Bwood_Horn Squad Player

    My copy of "Open Heart University" is now 99% sellotape (holding it together). It's time I invest a penny to get a new one.
     
  31. Jossy

    Jossy Reservist

    Despite the thread title, I actually think this is very good. Has certainly made me reflect on some of the good friends I've had over the years that for one reason or another I've drifted from and haven't seen for ages:

    Around_the_corner.jpg
     
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  32. wfcmoog

    wfcmoog Tinpot

    Your teachers were also far from perfect, it seems, if you are not counting England's greatest proponent of verse in your first category!
     
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  33. PhilippineOrn

    PhilippineOrn First Team

    Not just him, although not as well known his sister was was no slouch when it it came to putting pen to paper. Probably a quill actually.

    You're history
    like a beat up car
    No good for me
    like an old film star
    You're history
    that's what you are
    na na na na
     
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  34. Bloke

    Bloke Reservist

    The excellent John Cooper Clark if I'm not mistaken. He wasn't on our curriculum at school, and we weren't really encouraged to read him either, although almost everyone in our class knew **** off by heart.

    Instead we went with more mainstream poets like Ted Hughes, he's alright if you like that sort of thing, I seem to remember liking "Pike"
     
  35. Clive_ofthe_Kremlin

    Clive_ofthe_Kremlin Squad Player

    One of my favourite poems is Cargoes by John Masefield

    Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
    Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
    With a cargo of ivory,
    And apes and peacocks,
    Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

    Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
    Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
    With a cargo of diamonds,
    Emeralds, amythysts,
    Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.

    Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
    Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
    With a cargo of Tyne coal,
    Road-rails, pig-lead,
    Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.







     
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