#1
inspired by the dude who made that thread

I remember this one was real deep in 9th grade:

My Papa's Waltz by Theodore Roethke

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.
#2
There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini
#3
*fack you Todd*

A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in Earth's diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.


Does it get more simply elegant?

EDIT: Oh if we're doing Limericks...

There once was a hooker from Crewe,
Who filled up her pussy with glue.
She observed with a grin, "If they'll pay to get in,
They can pay to get out of it too"
Last edited by willT08 at Apr 23, 2013,
#4
Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.


Edgar Allan Poe
#5
My favourite poem is currently Plath's Wintering.
they're coming to take me away
ha-haaa
#6
The stuff I want to post is too long. Defence of Guinevere by Morris and Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by Eliot.
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brot pls
#7
There once was a woman from Bruges,
Who's puss was remarkably huge.
Observed Louis Quatorze, as he lowered her drawers
"Eh bien, apres moi, le deluge"
#8
Quote by willT08
There once was a woman from Bruges,
Who's puss was remarkably huge.
Observed Louis Quatorze, as he lowered her drawers
"Eh bien, apres moi, le deluge"

There once was a girl from Ealing
Whom had a peculiar feeling
so she laid on her back
and opened her crack
and pissed all over the ceiling.
they're coming to take me away
ha-haaa
#9
Here's an oldie, but goodie.

Here I sit upon the the toilet getting funky,
Giving birth to another UG Pit Monkey.
#10
The Panther by Rainer Maria Rilke

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone.
cat
#11
We all came out to Montereax,
On the Lake Geneva shoreline.
To make records with a mobile,
We didn't have much time.
But Frank Zappa and the Mothers,
Were at the best place around,
But some stupid with a flare gun,
Burned the place to the ground.
Smoke on the water and fire in the sky.
Smoke on the water...

They burned down the gambling house,
It died with an awful sound.
Funky Claude was running in and out,
Pulling kids out the ground.
When it all was over,
We had to find another place.
But Swiss time was running out,
It seemed that we would lose the race.
Smoke on the water and fire in the sky.
Smoke on the water


;_; evyrtm
But boys will be boys and girls have those eyes
that'll cut you to ribbons, sometimes
and all you can do is just wait by the moon
and bleed if it's what she says you ought to do
#12
A man said to the universe:
"Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."

- Stephen Crane
“Just to sum up: I would do various things very quickly.” - Donald Trump
#13
Quote by bradulator
A man said to the universe:
"Sir, I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."

- Stephen Crane

Recently went over this one. Naturalists are koo
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brot pls
#14
I enjoy Robert Frost
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Be subtle with it. Don't like molest him.

And cup his balls.


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If there's anything to take away from this thread, anything at all, it's to always cup the balls.
#15
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There once was a fellow McSweeny
Who spilled some gin on his weenie
Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini






You are now using UG Black.
You are now using UG Classic.


Listening to: The Police


#wolfie2017 #freegyros #gifsftw G7#9
#16
Quote by willT08
*fack you Todd*


Fack u moar u sentimental bore

#poem

(I don't actually hate A Slumber...

Too long to put here, but Dejectment: An Ode, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Vers de Societe by Larkin

In post: Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion.
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle,
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another,
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother.
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;-
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

(Written from memory, ****yeahhhhhh)
...Stapling helium to penguins since 1949.
Last edited by Todd Hart at Apr 23, 2013,
#17
Quote by Todd Hart
Fack u moar u sentimental bore

#poem

Too long to put here, but Dejectment: An Ode, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Vers de Societe by Larkin

In post: Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion.
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle,
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another,
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother.
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;-
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

(Written from memory, ****yeahhhhhh)

You must be drowning in pride.


Too soon?
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brot pls
#18
Quote by BladeSlinger
You must be drowning in pride.

Too soon?


Too soon. Poor man. An amazing poet, but he sometimes went a bit overboard.
...Stapling helium to penguins since 1949.
#19
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Too soon. Poor man. An amazing poet, but he sometimes went a bit overboard.

His poems tend to give me a sinking feeling. I'm a bit too romantic.
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brot pls
#20
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Without a doubt my favorite poem of all time.
#22
I don't think I've met one person who doesn't like Frost. I mean, look at that shit. So enjoyable. I tend to like more stripped down, simple poetry like Frost.
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brot pls
#23
This:
you don’t know how it felt to be in the womb but it must have been at least a little warmer than this.

you don’t know how intimately they’re recording your every move on closed-circuit cameras until you see your face reflected back at you through through the pulp.

you don’t know how to stop picking at your fingers.

you don’t know how little you’ve been paying attention until you look down at your legs again.

you don’t know how many times you can say you’re coming until they just stop believing you.

you don’t know how orgasmic the act of taking in a lungful of oxygen is until they hold your head under the water.

you don’t know how many vietnamese soft rolls to order.

you don’t know how convinced your parents were that having children would be, absolutely, without question, the correct thing to do.

you don’t know how precious your iphone battery time was until you’re hiding in the bottom of the boat.

you don’t know how to get away from your ****ing parents.

you don’t know how it’s possible to feel total compassion in one moment and total disconnection in the next moment.

you don’t know how things could change so incredibly fast.

you don’t know how to make something, but the instructions are on the internet.

you don’t know how to make sense of this massive parade.

you don’t know how to believe anyone anymore.

you don’t know how to tell the girl in the chair next to you that you’ve been peeking at her dissertation draft and there’s a grammatical typo in the actual file name.

you don’t know how to explain yourself.

you don’t want two percent but it’s all they have.

you don’t know how claustrophobic your house is until you can’t leave it.

you don’t know why you let that guy go without shooting him dead and stuffing him in some bushes between cambridge and watertown.

you don’t know where your friends went.

you don’t know how to dance but you give it a shot anyway.

you don’t know how your life managed to move twenty six miles forward and twenty eight miles back.

you don’t know how to pay your debts.

you don’t know how to separate from this partnership to escape and finally breathe.

you don’t know how come people run their goddamn knees into the ground anyway.

you don’t know how to measure the value of the twenty dollar bill clutched in your hurting hand.

you don’t know how you walked into this trap so obliviously.

you don’t know how to adjust the rearview mirror.

you don’t know how to mourn your dead brother.

you don’t know how to drive this car.

you don’t know the way to new york.

you don’t know the way to new york.

you don’t know the way to new york.

you don’t know the way to new york.


We're all alright!
#24
Quote by BladeSlinger
I don't think I've met one person who doesn't like Frost. I mean, look at that shit. So enjoyable. I tend to like more stripped down, simple poetry like Frost.

It's right to the core, for sure. I love metaphors as much as the next, but some of them are a little too extravagant for me. Frost just has a way with words and phrasing that really resonates. In my opinion, at least...

I know people who don't really like some of his work.
Last edited by Matsukaze at Apr 23, 2013,
#25
Quote by Todd Hart
Fack u moar u sentimental bore

#poem

(I don't actually hate A Slumber...

Too long to put here, but Dejectment: An Ode, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Vers de Societe by Larkin

In post: Love's Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley


I have Dejectment and Love's Philosophy in this lovely little anthology of romantic poets I have. Wordsworth, Coleridge, Byron, Shelley & Keats; wonderful to read on a bench on a sunny day as today was.