Roses are red
Violets are blue
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and I know you do too
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hahahaha you bored?
never too bored, never not enough time for poetry.
Poetry is a love I hold, Always have love it. Memories of poetry, my favourite, Tyger by William Blake.
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,In the forests of the night;What immortal hand or eye,Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.Burnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,Could twist the sinews of thy heart?And when thy heart began to beat,What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,In what furnace was thy brain?What the anvil? what dread grasp,Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spearsAnd water’d heaven with their tears:Did he smile his work to see?Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,In the forests of the night:What immortal hand or eye,Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Or those old one’s from a school anthology – Stop all the Clocks (which for some reason I thought was Seamus Heaney, not the actual author – W H Auden), If you’ve seen Four weddings and a Funeral you will no doubt remember it.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
and ‘Even Tho’ by Grace Nichols, words from this poem still haunt me occaisionally.
Do you have a favourite poem or poems? Is there something that stirs in you everytime you here a word of phrase from them?