Poetry Day

WindSock

We all knew about Arthur's day last week but today is All Ireland Poetry Day. Seems like poetry was all the rage a month ago. Does Heaney have to die again for the art to be appreciated?

I've been browsing a few clips right here on the internet in celebration anyway.

lahalane

I dont like poetry or Guinness so I celebrate neither day. Its hard to appreciate something I have no interest in but I do recognise that Ireland rocks at poetry historically. Hopefully thats enough.

131spanner

WindSock wrote: »

Seems like poetry was all the rage a month ago.

Was it?

Anyone

131spanner wrote: »

Was it?

Yeah pretty much, was loads of people poeting all over the place. Then it kinda stopped. I recon its because nothing rhymes anymore, or maybe its down to the weather turning?

Anyway,

Romantic Ireland is dead and gone, it's with O'Leary in the grave.

biko

Indeed, nothing like a dirty Limerick down the pub.

I loves poetry me.

131spanner

Anyone wrote: »

Paths to Freedom - Rats Poetry

That's brilliant

Tangatagamadda Chaddabinga Bonga Bungo

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I had lots of pints last night,
And now I can't stop going number 2 in the toilet and my head is killing me so I've taken some painkillers that have made me a feel a bit better okay.

anncoates

Tangatagamadda Chaddabinga Bonga Bungo wrote: »

I had lots of pints last night,

Same.

Sweet stout, how I love thee,
But my arse, a Vesuvius be.

131spanner

Subway Blues, from the 131spanner collection.

I was in town and hungry,
Subway seemed like a good call.
My thoughts having eaten that foot-long,
"That didn't fill me at all."

I'll never get that six euro back either.

cml387

The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity seems to sum up AH pretty well

WindSock

131spanner wrote: »

Was it?

Yeah When Seamus Heaney died, everyone was all like 'omg I love poetry, me n Mussie r besties 4lyf' and now it's all like 'fck dat, it's only for queers'.

Insect Overlord

Funny timing, I found out yesterday that a poem I wrote will be published in an anthology later this month!

Savoir.Faire

Lines Written on a Seat on the Grand Canal, Dublin.

O commemorate me where there is water,
Canal water, preferably, so stilly
Greeny at the heart of summer. Brother
Commemorate me thus beautifully
Where by a lock niagarously roars
The falls for those who sit in the tremendous silence
Of mid-July. No one will speak in prose
Who finds his way to these Parnassian islands.
A swan goes by head low with many apologies,
Fantastic light looks through the eyes of bridges -
And look! a barge comes bringing from Athy
And other far-flung towns mythologies.
O commemorate me with no hero-courageous
Tomb - just a canal-bank seat for the passer-by.



What makes this even more poignant is that I was walking past that canal-bank seat only last weekend and some piece of human slop had taken the time to vandalise it with graffiti.

WindSock

Insect Overlord wrote: »

Funny timing, I found out yesterday that a poem I wrote will be published in an anthology later this month!

Well I would say congrats, but apparently poems are only worth reading when the poet has had their chips.

WilyCoyote

A man who lived near the coast
Once had an affair with a ghost
In a multiple orgasm
This she-ectoplasm
Said, 'I think I can feel it - almost.'

Ihatecuddles-old

Roses are red,
My name's Dave,
This poem makes no sense,
Microwave.

stefan idiot jones

Every Friday is Poets day in Australia.

Piss

Off

Early

Tomorrow's

Saturday.

Insect Overlord

WindSock wrote: »

Well I would say congrats, but apparently poems are only worth reading when the poet has had their chips.

I'm half dead with man-flu today, if that counts. :pac:

WilyCoyote

WindSock wrote: »

Well I would say congrats, but apparently poems are only worth reading when the poet has had their chips.

Insect Overlord wrote: »

I'm half dead with man-flu today, if that counts. :pac:

Hey Insect Overlord! Read the bloody thing right ............ you have to have your french fries.

As an aside, the Great McGonagall got beaten up, thrown out of pubs even locked up because his "poetry" was so bad. Now almost a century later they have a Summer school for his admirers somewhere in Scotland, Jimmy!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_McGonagall

--Kaiser--

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My county is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

Hoop66

My favourite poem:

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.

Doc Ruby

There was a young lady from venus
whose body was shaped like a penis
she aimed for the moon, but floored it too soon
and drove right into uranus

anncoates

Insect Overlord wrote: »

Funny timing, I found out yesterday that a poem I wrote will be published in an anthology later this month!

Congrats. That's cool.

WilyCoyote

The Night Has A Thousand Eyes

The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one;

Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one:

Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.

Francis William Bourdillon

WilyCoyote

Insect Overlord wrote: »

Funny timing, I found out yesterday that a poem I wrote will be published in an anthology later this month!

Let us know when it's out and the publisher.

--Kaiser--

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forest 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, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and 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 spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Insect Overlord

WilyCoyote wrote: »

Let us know when it's out and the publisher.

Check page 99 of The Stony Thursday Book (published by The Arts Office of Limerick City and County Council).

Czarcasm

Insect Overlord wrote: »

Check page 99 of The Stony Thursday Book (published by The Arts Office of Limerick City and County Council).

Congratulations and well done IO!


There are so, so many poems to choose from, but one that always plays on my mind, is this one -


Aedh Wishes for the cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.


- William Butler Yeats

BorneTobyWilde

Greyfox

https://www.boards.ie/discussion/2057053137/poetry-day

There's a few good poems in existence like the daffodils but in all fairness poems are a bit rubbish compared to better forms of entertainment like books, films, tv shows, songs and video games.

Gregor Samsa

I like beans

I like sauce

I like sexual intercourse

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