poetry corner! what verses are running through your head?

[bloodyjack]

please, no song lyrics.

I'm tanning my dick
(Hair on my prick)
Down by the pool
(Hair on my tool)

I swear I saw God
In body space 8
He had a great bod
But his hair was a state

What is our job?
(Hair on my knob)
To praise him in song
(Hair on my dong)

[x-g.o.p.er]

1. There once was a gal from Nantucket.... n/t

[koopie57]

3. little timmy on his bike

little timmy on his bike
through the village took a hike
Mrs. Thompson blocked the walk
she will live, but still can't talk.

[koopie57]

2. they came upon a little box

bound up with chains and locked with locks
and labeled kindly do not touch
it's war

[Itchinjim]

4. One of my all time favorites and so fitting for the times;

TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

W. B. Yeats

[The Lone Liberal]

10. I have that hanging over my computer.

"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;" so damn true.

[DieboldMustDie]

5. The one-l lama,

He's a priest.
The two-l llama,
He's a beast.
And I will bet
A silk pajama
There isn't any
Three-l lllama.

-- Ogden Nash

[bloodyjack]

7. oooooooo

that's sharp.

[eileen from OH]

6. Alexander Pope

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence,
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

eileen from OH

[furrylitldevil]

8. Frank he was a rich man

Frank he was a rich man,
At least until today.
The bank it gave him money,
and took it all away.

He praised a plastic idol,
He worshiped gods of green,
He now lives in an ally,
With a paper bag of dreams.

www.geocities.com/furrylitldevil

[tishaLA]

9. I have to teach these tomorrow

"America" by Cladue McKay

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate.
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time's unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

Holy Sonnet 74 (Batter My Heart, Three-Person'd God) by John Donne

Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town to'another due,
Labor to'admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly'I love you, and would be lov'd fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me,'untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you'enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.