tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-96452092011-11-27T20:10:08.937-05:00Welcome to my scrapbook. Here you'll find many of the poems or quotations that I've enjoyed over the years, my comments about them, etc. You'll also find some of my own stuff. Enjoy!Jeffreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01773382931552050747noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9645209.post-8607720369727417032009-07-28T13:03:00.003-04:002009-07-28T13:05:36.171-04:00

I've always been a huge fan of Ben, and here's an example as to why:Sept 17, 1787, last day of the Constitutional ConventionMr. President I confess that there are several parts of this constitution which I do not at present approve, but I am not sure I shall never approve them: For having lived long, I have experienced many instances of being obliged by better information, or fuller

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I'm not usually a fan of blank verse, but I have to say this one is quite funny, as well as personally interesting. I can't print it here, the guy's still alive and I'm sure he wants payment for his work, which he deserves:- The Cowardice of Husbands -

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Ok, I've changed my mind again about publishing my own stuff online. I'm going to, but I won't do it here. If you want to see it, go to: http://jeffreyspoems.blogspot.com.

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Here's one of the first poems that I ever remember liking - I'm a sucker for surprise endings:Richard Coreyby Edwin Arlington Robinson"Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favoured, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses

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Ok, I've decided to pull all my own stuff in case I manage to blackmail someone into publishing anything. Publishers like it they are the first ones to publish a piece, so it'll make things easier for me. I suppose if I'd had a loyal following - I'd even settle for ANY following - I'd probably leave everything up, provided they were interested in my work and not the works of the masters that I

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Regarding my last post - I wrote that while my wife was out of town for 5 days. That very night after I got home, I ordered pizza with extra cheese, sausage, pepperoni and green peppers. I then ate most of it. I then was sick for the next two days with a temperature that hovered somewhere over 100, diarrhea, violent shivering which forced me to sit down while going tinkle, inability to eat

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Before meeting my wife, I came very close to the subject of this narative poem. I like narative poems - I like a good story, what can I say? Anyway, if not for my wife, I'd spend 24x7 playing Everquest, reading fantasy novels, infrequently showering, eating bad food all the time, living with relatives, etc. So there's one for marriage.The Sluggardby Isaac Wattsfrom Divine Songs for

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This Guy's great (heh). I just discovered and read 3 similar poems and they're all great. Apparently he published a book called "Fables for the Frivolous" with a lot of poems like this. Kind of reminds me of the Politically Correct fairy tale books that came out a few years ago. Same sort of humor. He also reminds me of W.S. Gilbert with the little asides and and the rythem.The Embarrassing

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Here's a gem of wisdom that applies to everyone from any time in history. I'll let you the reader (are there any readers here?) figure it out, which is more fun and more meaningful in the long run. Enjoy.The Clod and the Pebbleby William blake, 1794"Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair."So sung a

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This is an absolutely ridiculous poem by one of my favorites, W.S. Gilbert. Its from a collection of poems called "the Bab Ballads" that he published under the pen-name "Bab" in the magazine "Fun" starting in 1861. These were apart from his partnership with Arthur S. Sullivan, to make a few bucks. I wonder if any of those issues of Fun are still around, and who I'd have to kill to get

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You know what its like when you're listening to the radio, and a song comes on that you've heard before but always flipped past 5 seconds in and never appreciated? Then, one day, you leave it on and listen to the words and Eureka! You like the song. Here's one I heard today on MX driving into work with my wife. I love the craggy, disheveled image it gives me, of a gentler time when bums were

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I love this poem. Its funny. And anyone whose ever loaned money to someone before knows how the debt nags at you like something caught between your teeth. You don't want to nag, but you want your money. Or you want the issue resolved and don't want to come out looking like a sucker.If I Should Die,by Ben King IF I should die to-night And you should come to my cold corpse and say, Weeping and

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You'll find tons of collected works - complete and "best of" - as well as originals from folks like you and me. If you love poetry, I highly recommend that you visit The Poetry Lover's Page.

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I just read this one today. Wonderful imagery, neet ideas - like the last part, which I won't ruin for you. Its a short read, hang in there. Once by the Pacific, Robert Frost The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, Like locks

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by Sauron Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul. (translated) One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them, one ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.

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This poem was originally published as "The Doomed City", a title which I like more than "The City in the Sea". However, I like the changes in the final version for the most part. There are a few great lines in the old one, which you can read here. The City in the Sea Edgar Allan Poe Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the

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Now here's a rejection letter that I would have loved to have gotten, way back when I was trying to get my short stories published. I can't fully appreciate half of the swipes he's taking at the talent back then (I'd have to be a real scholar), but I can enough to enjoy it. Dear Doctor, I Have Read Your Play By Lord Byron, published 1830 Dear Doctor, I have read your play,

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Yep, I'm reading The Lord of the Rings again. Specifically, an edition containing all three books, and recently signed by Alan Lee himself (who illustrated it throughout). Here's a great song that even non-Tolkien fans might find somewhat recognizable. 'Merry Inn' Song by J.R.R Tolkien There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill, And there they brew a beer so brown That the Man

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This poem has always seemed to be two poems in one. It begins about a bear, and ends about mankind. The part about the bear seems to stand on its own; likewise the second part. The first is a whimsical, literary snapshot of an amazing character, The Bear. The second exposes Man, out of touch with nature, unappreciative and twisted. I sort of enjoy the part about the bear more. The Bear by

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This poem's short and sweet. It actually came up in conversation today. I was trying to annoy this woman at work: I told her that the people in the movie Alive should have tied llamas to the plane and forced them to tow them out. She said,"If they had llamas they could have eaten them." I took this somewhat witty comeback to mean "eaten them instead of each other", and replied, "Well, it

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I like this one because the language is clever and quick. Fairies' Song by James Henry Leigh Hunt (Translation of a Latin poem by Thomas Randolph) We the fairies blithe and antic Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter; Stolen kisses much completer; Stolen looks are nice in chapels; Stolen, stolen be

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Here's an amazing poem by Robert Louis Stevenson. And get this - as of 12/20/04, this poem does NOT appear in any Google or Yahoo search that I've done, and I searched on every uniquely recognizable line. Which is pretty amazing because, 1) Its a great poem, and 2) Its by a famous writer. So here you go, a world exclusive (sort of): Playthings, by Robert Louis Stevenson The streets are full

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I read this one in the 7th grade. I think it may have been the first poem that I'd read which I could actually understand - and cared to understand, at that. It was dark and spooky, and thus enjoyable by a weird 7th grader like me. That and the message was very simple - and powerful. The Hangman, by Maurice Ogden Into our town the Hangman came Smelling of gold and blood and flame And he

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I became interested in Poe during my "young angst" days. The Conqueror Worm by Edgar Allen Poe Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And

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I dedicate this to a friend who will be sailing in New Zealand next year. Sea Fever by John Masefield I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must down to the seas again, for the call

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I forget which one wrote the music and which the words. Either way, their lyrics are inspired works of genius. The following read is a landmine for the tongue to walk through - be careful. from The Mikado by Gilbert and Sullivan To sit in solemn silence in a dull dark dock In a pestilential prison with a life long lock Awaiting the sensation of a short sharp shock From a cheap and chippy

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Forget Waldo, have you seen Lydia? Sung by Groucho (Lyrics by E.Y. Harburg) Lydia the Tattooed lady Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say, have you met Lydia? Lydia The Tattooed Lady. She has eyes that folks adore so, and a torso even more so. Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclo-pidia. Oh Lydia The Queen of Tattoo. On her back is The Battle of Waterloo. Beside it, The Wreck of the Hesperus too. And proudly

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This one describes how I feel at work, living in a city, among people, etc. I wonder why? Departmental by Robert Frost An ant on the tablecloth Ran into a dormant moth Of many times his size. He showed not the least surprise. His business wasn't with such. He gave it scarcely a touch, And was off on his duty run. Yet if he encountered one Of the hive's enquiry squad Whose work is to find out

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Have I ever mentioned to you my favorite beer? No?! Well, never you fret: its Fraoch Heather Ale - a ancient, Scottish brew once drunk by Vikings and awesome people in general. It uses heather and bog myrtle in place of hops. You can buy it at Total Wine, at least in VA. Also Fresh Fields has been known to carry it. Here's a great poem by Robert Louis Stevenson about this legendary brew: Heather

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The cow in apple time Robert Frost Something inspires the only cow of late To make no more of a wall than an open gate, And think no more of wall-builders than fools. Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit, She scorns a pasture withering to the root. She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten. The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten. She

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I'm going to cut/paste all the poems from my other site, drudgeblog.blogspot.com, here as soon as I can. I'm at work, so I might get interrupted along the way. Be prepared for the hottest, wildest poetic action seen on any medium, anywhere on the planet. Its so hot, it'll make you want to beat up your kid sister. You've been warned!

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