Friday Poetry Corner

[AlfredJPruffock]

There Will Be No Peace


Though mild clear weather
Smile again on the shire of your esteem
And its colors come back, the storm has changed you:

You will not forget, ever,
The darkness blotting out hope, the gale
Prophesying your downfall.

You must live with your knowledge.
Way back, beyond, outside of you are others,
In moonless absences you never heard of

Who have certainly heard of you,
Beings of unknown number and gender:
And they do not like you.

What have you done to them?
Nothing? Nothing is not an answer;
You will come to believe - how can you help it? -

That you did, you did do something;
You will find yourself wishing you could make them laugh,
You will long for their friendship.

There will be no peace.
Fight back, then, with such courage as you have
And every unchivalrous dodge you know of,
Clear in your conscience on this:

Their cause, if they had one, is nothing to them now;
They hate for hate's sake.

- by W. H. Auden, 1956

[Phoenix]

This probably applies specificaly to this forum!

Two, one, two, three, four

Ev'rybody's talking about
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism,
Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, That-ism, is-m, is-m, is-m

All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance

Yeah!
C'mon
Ev'rybody's talking about Ministers,
Sinisters, Banisters
And canisters, Bishops, and Fishops,
And Rabbis, and Pop eyes, Bye, bye, bye byes

All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance

Let me tell you now
Ev'rybody's talking about
Revolution, evolution, masturbation,
Flagellation, regulation, integration,
Meditation, United Nations,
Congratulations.

All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance

Ev'rybody's talking about
John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary,
Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan,
Tommy Copper,
Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer,
Allen Ginsberg, Hare Krishna,
Hare, Hare
Krishna

All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance,
All we are saying is give peace a chance

[NoddY]

I still maintain poetry is for women and homosexuals.

[Phoenix]

I still maintain poetry is for women and homosexuals.

And in which section do you find yourself Noddy?
Or has Big Ears convinced you that the bed you share with him is the norm?

[Francko]

how about this poem? :-)

Fratelli d'Italia
lyrics by Goffredo Mameli
music by Michele Novaro

Fratelli d'Italia,
l'Italia s'è desta;
dell'elmo di Scipio
s'è cinta la testa.
Dov'è la Vittoria?
Le porga la chioma;
ché schiava di Roma
Iddio la creò.

Stringiamoci a coorte!
Siam pronti alla morte;
Siam pronti alla morte;
Italia chiamò.

Noi fummo da secoli
calpesti, derisi,
perché non siam popolo,
perché siam divisi.
Raccolgaci un'unica
bandiera, una speme:
di fonderci insieme
già l'ora suonò.

Stringiamoci a coorte!
Siam pronti alla morte;
Siam pronti alla morte;
Italia chiamò.

Uniamoci, amiamoci;
l'unione e l'amore
rivelano ai popoli
le vie del Signore.
Giuriamo far libero
il suolo natio:
uniti, per Dio,
chi vincer ci può?

Stringiamoci a coorte!
Siam pronti alla morte;
Siam pronti alla morte;
Italia chiamò.

Dall'Alpe a Sicilia,
dovunque è Legnano;
ogn'uom di Ferruccio
ha il core e la mano;
i bimbi d'Italia
si chiaman Balilla;
il suon d'ogni squilla
i Vespri suonò.

Stringiamoci a coorte!
Siam pronti alla morte;
Siam pronti alla morte;
Italia chiamò.

Son giunchi che piegano
le spade vendute;
già l'aquila d'Austria
le penne ha perdute.

Il sangue d'Italia
e il sangue Polacco
bevé col Cosacco, ma il cor le bruciò.

Stringiamoci a coorte!
Siam pronti alla morte;
Siam pronti alla morte;
Italia chiamò.

[n5gooner]

Sweet Lucy was a dancer
But none of us would chance her
Because she was a Samurai
She made electric shadows
Beyond our fingertips
And none of us could reach that high
She came on like a teaser
I had to touch and please her
Enjoy a little paradise
The log was in my pocket
When Lucy met the Rockett
And she never knew the reason why

I can't deny it
With that smile on her face
It's not the kill
It's the thrill of the chase

Feel it coming
It's knocking at the door
You know it's no good running
It's not against the law
The point of no return
And now you know the score
And now you're learning
What's knockin' at your back door

Sweet Nancy was so fancy
To get into her pantry
Had to be the aristocracy
The members that she toyed with
At her city club
Were something in diplomacy
So we put her on the hit list
Of a common cunning linguist
A master of many tongues
And now she eases gently
From her Austin to her Bentley
Suddenly she feels so young

[Fleetwood]

Deep Purple
from "Perfect Strangers" (90% sure)
Can't remember the title of the song.

Off we go to Highwaystar.com....

Edit : Knocking at your back door (Controversial)

[n5gooner]

Deep Purple
from "Perfect Strangers" (90% sure)
Can't remember the title of the song.

Off we go to Highwaystar.com....

Edit : Knocking at your back door (Controversial)

spot on! Knocking at your back door....ummm intresting...

[chunkymonkey]

Blues eyes fighting the grey eyes fighting the tears
Armed to the teeth for a war of words
Reaching all the years
I advanced across a poppy field
I saw the gleam as you raised your shield
And love screamed down
With the sun behind its back

Our Fathers were all soldiers,
Shall we be soldiers too
Fighting and falling like soldiers do

Nothing is clear in this tactical unclear war
I can't be bothered to find out
What we are fighting for
No one can win this war of the senses
I see no reason to drop my defences
So stand fast my emotions,
Rally round my shaking heart

Our Fathers were all soldiers,
Shall we be soldiers too
Fighting and falling like soldiers do

Blue eyes fighting the grey eyes fighting the tears
Armed to the teeth for a war of words
Reaching all the years
I advanced across a poppy field
I saw the gleam as you raised your shield
And love screamed down
With the sun behind its back
I knew once again I was under attack
So stand fast my emotions,
Rally round my shaking heart

Our Fathers were all soldiers,
Shall we be soldiers too
Fighting and falling like soldiers
Fighting and falling like soldiers
Fighting and falling like soldiers do

[sasguru]

There was an old woman from Leith
Who would circumcise men with her teeth
It wasn't for fame,
or love of the game
but to get at the cheese underneath.